Cinema queue
Odeon Coventry: two ticket desks on opposite sides of the lobby. Half a dozen morons queuing at the desk on the left, oblivious to the entirely queue-free desk opposite. I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself for noticing, as I saunter towards the other side of the lobby and and jauntily hop over the velvet rope queue-guide.

That was the plan.

As it was, my first foot didn't make it over the rope, it just lifted it so that when my second foot came up, it met the first coming back down, and wrapped itself in the rope. I had my hands in my pockets. I went down like a sack of shit.

Who's a moron now?... was what the people in the queue would have been thinking if a single one of them had noticed. Dolts.
(SonofRojBlake, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 12:16, 5 replies)

It's
spelt 'cue'.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 12:54, closed)

I'm trying to decide whether you are serious

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 13:03, closed)

have you
decided yet? don't keep me hanging, man
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 13:24, closed)

Look on the bright side:
He may remember too use the correct worm when he reefers two this subsequently.
Their is, though, a movement who think there way of forgetting grammar is the best to use hour worms, so perhaps there movement will prevail?
Apologies, I care to much about this shit...
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 18:57, closed)

That's funny
Any hands-in-pocket-fall is funny.

click
(BarryChuckle, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 13:20, closed)