What is going on today at the market? Behind me in line is a woman who, if she runs into my bum once more, might lose a limb. In front of me is the daughter-half of a pair who split themselves up to game the lines. They keep passing their baguette and cheese back and forth when each thinks the other will be first to the register. To my left is the ever-present line cutter who snaked in before me although I’d entered the queue first. I’ve also seen male coin-slot which is always unwelcome and perhaps I’m too serious in the way of parking lot etiquette but when it’s really busy and you see people waiting for spots, don’t dawdle and eat a salad with your trunk open. Good god everyone.