I have to agree. So many people were pushing and shoving...the ones behind me were pushing so much that everyone was shoved up against each other. All that did was make sure that we all got up close and personal, and made it harder to leave. Definitely did not speed things up. And then there was all the shove-your-way-in "cutting" (well, there's no real line, but you know what I mean). After narrowly managing to stave off several such maneuvers during the never ending wait...well, it felt like quite an accomplishment to actually reach the bar! Right up til the end, it was a struggle-the people behind me attempted to elbow their way in front of me when the guy in front of me left the bar, but I managed to head them off. hurray. And then, when everyone was so eager to push on forward that I couldn't get out, I managed by suspending the hard won glasses over their heads and saying, "if you let me out, you can move forward". Surprisingly, no one jostled me when I did that
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tamen ira procul absit, cum qua nihil recte fieri, nihil considerate potest.
Neither the storms of crisis, nor the breezes of ambition could ever divert him, either by hope or by fear, from the course that he had chosen