Please take your own number.
The ticket dispenser gave everybody number twelve. Manny insists this is a coincidence. Eleven Mannys have nevertheless been waiting beside the counter since breakfast, holding identical slips and practising the sentence “I was actually next.” The display has been on twelve all day. Whoever finally serves the queue will also have to join it: his name badge is peeling, and he has been meaning to get it re-laminated.
QUEUE STATUS: IDENTICAL


