A day or so ago, we took a bus tour to Brooklyn. This involved waiting for a bus down by the South Street Seaport.
There was a queue (or line for Americans). We were around four back from the front.
A bus showed up, but it wasn’t the one we wanted, but this didn’t stop a load of people behind us rushing forward to see if it was. Of course, these people didn’t return to their original queue position when realising their mistake.
When our bus did finally arrive, the bus door was about 4m to the right of the queue, so it became a bit of a free-for-all, with everyone rushing to the front.
As a result, we didn’t get to sit on the top deck (of the open double-decker bus) 
The tour guide then gave us a talk on how people on the lower deck could go upstairs when people from the upper deck leave in the same order we boarded the bus, on our honour.
I found this quite amusing, talking of queue etiquette and honour seconds after the scrum to get on.
More amusing, about 20 mins later, when I got up to go upstairs, a woman pushed passed me, gave me a stern look and said “on your honor!” or similar. This is the same woman who shoved passed me at the time of boarding.
Ho hum, maybe Americans have a different definition of honour, in addition to a different spelling of the word.
On a related, but happier note, I was in the 5th Ave Apple Store purchasing some wares (well, my wife was purchasing some wares for me).
The queue for the tills very long, but a nice chappy came up almost straight away and processed our purchase in place. Very handy. He didn’t even waste time giving us a receipt - it was emailed to us.
Cool.
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