The art of queue-jumping on Hong Kong trams
It’s no secret that Hongkongers love to queue – not just for buses and the subway, but also at restaurants and luxury stores. So why do these mild-mannered citizens go crazy when it comes to trams?
Why is it that Hongkongers seem incapable of queuing properly for the tram?
Late on a Saturday afternoon, I arrive with my wife and two boys at our usual stop to catch a ride home to Happy Valley. The streets are bustling, we’re loaded down with shopping and rain is in the air. We are first at the stop but that, I know, will make no difference; it will take military precision, and a large slice of luck, to get us on the next tram. Fortunately, I have a plan.
Affecting an air of nonchalance, I wander over to the white line where the tram will nose to a halt and then take 10 paces back along the pavement before flanking myself with a son on either side. As they shuffle sulkily into position, my wife looks on with embarrassed exasperation. We stand toes up to the curb edge as people drift into place, selecting spots seemingly at random but, I know, chosen to offer maximum strategic advantage when the scramble to board begins. We have prime position – what could possibly go wrong?
As we wait, I watch an orderly minibus queue form on the opposite pavement; cabs whisk customers away from the front of a taxi rank; yellow painted markings hem bus passengers in line and hungry shoppers take a number outside the busy Shanghainese restaurant. Why is the tram any different?
With a ding and a clunk our transport skirts a corner and comes into view. It’s standing room only as our carriage shrieks to a standstill but thankfully the doors fold open directly in front of us.