All the service counters at my local post office have signed above them reading, "Please wait to be called at to the counter". A request with which I try to comply, but people behind me in the queue are invariably prodding me forward as soon as one becomes free.
Recently, on being so prodded (and after having waited what seemed like an unreasonable time anyway), I went up to the counter. The young woman walked away and counted money for five minutes, then came back, looked up at me in surprise, asked if was waiting, and told me the counter wasn't open.
"It looks open", I said. She didn't reply, just walked away to do some more behind the scenes stuff.
I stood there for a while, defiantly, but eventually I gave up and went to another counter.
Today I was in the post office. The same woman was at the same counter, which became free.
"I think that one's free", the guy behind me said.
"I don't think so", I said.
"It looks it."
"Well," I said, waving him forward, "you're welcome to give it a go."
"Thanks", he said, walking up the counter. I rather looked forward to him getting the same treatment-- but of course, he was served right away.
Sometimes I feel like I am in a Woody Allen movie.