In my defence, I was too busy fumbling in my wallet looking for my Dobbie’s card. And social distancing had so spaced it out so I hadn’t even noticed it. It was only when the checkout person told me that I realised what I had done: I HAD JUMPED THE QUEUE.
To be a queue-jumper, as you well know, is about as low as you can get. At least if you are English. It was the Hungarian-born journalist, George Mikes who observed: “An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an order