The word Schlange has two meanings: one is a snake and the other is a line (queue). This came to mind when a piece in today’s Guardian caught my attention, because I hate to stand in line for reason.
I must admit to enjoying priority over less fortunate members of a queue (line in real English). If I recall correctly, my first experience with this privilege was during a VIP tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles. The guide took us to the front of lines, so we could enter various rides ahead of more patient (ie. less fortunate) people.
I also appreciate shorter lines at airport checks offered to business and first class passengers. I have even come to resent any facility that does not offer this service. Call it arrogance or call a sense of entitlement: I do not mind being a hypocrite, when my own comfort is involved.
I also do not care for snakes, but no payment is needed to avoid them.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.