Christmas Queue

Just before Christmas I was shopping at a toy fayre in Nottingham.

I glanced to my left and caught sight of a queue at the doll counter; they were waiting for the shelves to be restocked with Mattel dolls. As I looked I realised that in the queue was a good friend of mine. Knowing Ernie well I was sure that he had no daughters nor did he have any nieces so I wondered why he should want to buy a doll at Christmas time’

‘Hey, Ernie,’ I cried, ‘I hadn’t realised you collected dolls.’
‘I don’t,’ he replied laughing’

‘Really,’ I queried, ‘then you must be buying a Christmas present then?’
‘No, not at all, my friend,’ responded Ernie, his eyes twinkling merrily’

‘If you don’t mind my asking then Ernie,’ I said, ‘Why exactly are you standing in this particular queue?’

‘Oh that,’ he giggled. ‘It’s like this, my mate,’ he mused, ‘I’ve never been able to resist a Barbie queue.’