I was up in Blyton on the weekend and heard a remarkable exchange in the supermarket while just standing there, doing nothing, as you do.
I was at check-out 1 in the queue.
There was quite a big queue at check-out 2, so I was avoiding that.
Check-out 3 was unattended.
Then they called on a chick to check-out 3, running parallel to 2.
So the back three customers on 2 peeled off and walked around to the new girl on 3.
But of course, this would put them in reverse order.
The back three had been:
A. Woman with basket of shopping
B. Bloke with a chook and some vegies
C. Bloke with just a can opener.

Now it looked like the order would be C-B-A, breaking all the rules of "first come, first served" that tends to apply in such cases.
So bloke C waves through, in order, woman A and bloke B.
There are exchanges of courtesies.

Now woman A is being served and blokes B and C are waiting behind her.
They have this conversation.

B: You're pretty much stuffed without one of those ((nodding at can opener))
C: Yeh, we got here with everything but.
((pause while B looks at the queue))
B: You a scouser?
C: Yeh. You?
B: Woollyback.
C: Wigan?
B: Birkenhead.
((longer pause, as above))
B: Bloody amazing isn't it. You have to go all the way to Blyton WA to find a polite Liverpudlian.

I didn't understand most of this bizarre exchange.
But it seems to me that it was cultural analysis at its best.

Must send to the Prof for one of his classes.
Maybe a bunch of cultural studies experts could, as they pretentiously say, "deconstruct" it.

Sledge