{I get to the last "it" restaurant, usually with kilometre-long cues waiting at the door. No cue today. Is this my lucky day? Plenty of tables available!}
< A table, please.
> Just for you?
< No, my friends are coming.
< How many?
> Three.
<How long it will take?
--> (He thinks I read minds. It makes me feel important.)
< Dunno. Very soon.
--> (Click click click checking with my friend).
< About 10 minutes.
> Wait in the cue area.
--> (My jaw drops to the floor and bounces back.)
< Can I enter and wait for them inside?
> Wait outside, we don't have a table for three.
--> (So many empty tables! I am first in an cue with one person, me! A cue of one person is a mathematical enigma).
--> (A couple comes, cues, and the waiter ushers them in before me. A second couple comes, cues, and the waiter ushers them in before me - again! Is this a cue?)
--> (A group of five arrives, and the waiter ushers them in before me. WTF is this cue?)
--> (I'm cueing on my own, again! in an empty cue. To cue or not to cue, I don't have a clue.)
--> (A human river starts to arrive. They cue behind me. I feel the queen of this cue and we are all cueing together. This is a cue!)
--> Finally I get my table, and I am allowed out of this WTF cue.
(WHERE? Papparich Northbridge.)
