he-was-first chivalry and etiquette such bar queue interactions uniquely offered. Like everyone I like to complain about queues. But more and more, I have realised I secretly love them, and everything they represent. Until recently, Covid killed the establishment queue, replacing it with the need to book ahead everywhere; killing the joy of spontaneity. It replaced it with the small but infuriating queue for the QR check-in code. You do not know the limits of your own patience till youâve tried, unsuccessfully, to crane your go-go-gadget arm around someone creating a WHOLLY UNNECESSARY queue by blocking access to the QR code while trying to locate â at a glacial pace â the camera app on their smartphone.