After the end (encore = "Pretend We're Dead"!!!1!!1) there's some faffing with the queue for the coats, and when I settle in upstairs on the bus home, there's a guy on his phone, right at the front , telling an unnamed second party about it.
"Yeah, afterwards, there was this mental queue, so I pushed my way to the front, and there's this guy there, going 'no, I'm sorry, the queue starts around to the left, and goes up those stairs there'"
"And I'm incensed - not only do I have to push to the front of one queue, I have to do it twice!"
"So I just walk around the other side of the barrier and push in there, get my stuff."
"I won't queue, I just refuse to queue."
So I sit and think about whether if he's still got the phone in his (right) hand when he's going down the stairs, would it be possible to kick him down them? Though when the time comes I don't.
I'm slightly concerned. I don't do this kind of shit, or even think about it much (apart from standard revenge fantasies starring for example wankers who throw stuff at me while I'm cycling)