Go and visit a German supermarket. When a new queue opens you will see grandma’s running at speeds that would qualify them for an Olympic sprint race if they could keep it up for more than the distance to the next cashier. I am always amazed that nobody is tripping and hurting themselves in their panic to get to new cashier as quickly as possible.
In stark contrast to that, when the fire alarm goes off in the supermarket, they will calmly continue shopping as if nothing happened in the happy ignorance of the roof they are shopping under being of the same structural integrity as the frozen pizza sold underneath it: 12 Minutes at 220 degrees and it’s done.
Go and visit a German supermarket. When a new queue opens you will see grandma’s running at speeds that would qualify them for an Olympic sprint race if they could keep it up for more than the distance to the next cashier. I am always amazed that nobody is tripping and hurting themselves in their panic to get to new cashier as quickly as possible.
In stark contrast to that, when the fire alarm goes off in the supermarket, they will calmly continue shopping as if nothing happened in the happy ignorance of the roof they are shopping under being of the same structural integrity as the frozen pizza sold underneath it: 12 Minutes at 220 degrees and it’s done.