Something happened today. It was in the mobile phone shop. We were all quite stressed and the shop was busy so we had to wait a while to be served and the kids were fooling around and getting bored. I had been just told that i was in the wrong queue and had to wait in a different queue. I was fine though at this stage and I calmly moved to the next queue. In front of me was a group of girls. They were inspecting mobile phone covers it was clear that they keen to make the correct choice.  It is hard to gauge how many covers clicked on and off that white iphone but  they must of tried out most if not all of the available options. While this was coming to a close i noticed a man arrive and stand to my left. Then i noticed he was gradually shuffling towards the cashier. It was obvious what was taking place so i responded by making eye contact, nothing heavy, no dirty looks. He didn't even flich and it was clear that i had a big decision to make.  The stress levels were still rocketing, the kids were still playing up, it was hot, crowded and this guy is still sliding gradually towards the left hand side of the of the counter.  This is the point i thought "fuck this, i am going to say something" but deep down hoped that i wouldn't have to. Next please. What happened next is a slight blur but basically the time came for us to both claim that we were next.  I looked him in the eye and said "NO", no surprises that he replied the same.  We had a stand off situation, the cashier shrugged his shoulders and left us to it. I was struggling to think what say.  Most of my time in the queue was spent rehearsing my order so there was no way my brain was going to pull the spanish equivalent of "you are taking the piss pal, you have only just arrived" out of the hat. I was totally raging and in the end all I could cobble together was "NO! TU UNO MINUTO. MI CINCO MINUTOS" all with the back up of some serious finger pointing. I had obviously been there a lot longer than five minutes, however numbers are one of my many deficiencies when it comes to speaking español so to avoid claiming I had been there for fifty minutes and exagerating I settled on cinco. Next i turned around and whilst using my back as a big fuck you sign i calmly repeated to the cashier what i had shouted at the queue-jumper and placed my order. The queue-jumper and I did have the pleasure of a wee reunion when he joined me in the queue to pay. Thankfully he was on his best behaviour.