Actually standing and waiting in line makes you susceptible to cuts. Many tears have been shed because that one kid in fifth grade always used to cut. No one likes cutters. You know who you are, Ryan. You know who you are. But the kölapp isn’t found everywhere. It’s just not feasible at the bus stop for example.
The bus stop is the Wild West of waiting in line. There’s usually only one door available to enter through. There’s usually only one shelter with one bench that will fit a handful of people. It’s ripe for the Ryans of the world to sneak in and steal your spot. But the Swedes, trained by the kölapp that ensures first come-first served, wait patiently in line in the order in which they arrived. The line forms, stretching well past the shelter, as everyone takes their place. There are no signs explaining that you must take your place in line. People just do it. So like any good folklorist, I took a picture. Like any good creeper, I did so by pretending to take a picture of the library lit up in the evening:
|Seriously. I am a terrible photographer. You get the idea though.|
Just as the unspoken rules of the Stockholm escalator ensures that the left is free for people to walk on, the unspoken rules of the bus stop ensures that Ryan does not cut.
Welcome to Sweden. And no cutsies.