A long time ago, in a Queue far, far away….

Credit: npr.org. Mourners in the queue to pay respects to Queen Elizabeth II.

Respect the Queue.

You may only enter the Queue at the end. Attempt no other point of entry.

Do not stop moving along the Queue, for any reason.

Do not allow anyone to join you in the Queue.

Do not question the Queue.

Do not make eye contact with the Queue.

The Queue, as long as you are in it, is your world.

The Queue is your life.

This is my Queue. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Queue is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it, as I master my life.

Queue: the final frontier.

The Queue is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be.

In the beginning was the Queue, and the Queue was with God, and the Queue was God.

It was the best of Queues, it was the worst of Queues.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in a Queue, must be in the Queue.

People will come, Ray. They’ll come to The Queue, for reasons they can’t even fathom.

The Queue is inevitable.

They say the Queue is cold, but the Queue contains the hottest blood of all.

Come my friends, ’tis not too late to seek a newer Queue.

No man steps in same Queue twice, for it is not the same Queue and he is not the same man.

The finger pointing at the Queue is not the Queue itself.

Eventually all things merge into one, and a Queue runs through it.

May the Queue be with you.

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1 Response to A long time ago, in a Queue far, far away….

  1. Paul says:

    How about some Rock ‘n’ Roll versions:
    Welcome back my friends, to the queue that never ends…
    It’s s long queue to the top, if you wanna Rock ‘n’ Roll…
    And if your queue’s on time, you can get to work by nine…
    Any way the queue goes, doesn’t really matter — to me…

    I’ll see myself out.

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