In the time before border free travel in the European Union, my travelling companion and I decided to avail ourselves of the shuttle bus in the delightful Austrian ski town of Kitzbuhel.
We’d been on the road for a while and needed to take care of some personal chores, and there was a Laundromat in the main part of town, a three-minute bus ride away.
We loaded two backpacks with a substantial amount of laundry, and waited for the shuttle bus. And waited. And waited.
By the time it arrived, quite a crowd had built up, and, no offense to the lovely Austrian people, they have no clue about queuing etiquette.