Line-ups for the Barbie Doll at Christmas

Just before Christmas I was shopping at the local mall.

I glanced to my left and caught sight of a long line at the doll counter; they were waiting for the shelves to be restocked with Mattel dolls.  As I looked I realised that in the queue was a good friend of mine.  Knowing Lennie well I was sure that he had no daughters nor did he have any nieces so I wondered why he should want to buy a doll at Christmas time.

‘Hey, Lennie,’ I cried, ‘I hadn’t realised you collected dolls.’

‘I don’t,’ he replied laughing.’

‘Really,’ I asked, ‘then you must be buying a Christmas present then?’

‘No, not at all, my friend,’ responded Lennie, his eyes twinkling merrily.’

‘If you don’t mind my asking then Lennie,’ I said, ‘Why exactly are you standing in this particular queue?’

‘Oh that,’ he giggled. ‘It’s like this, my mate,’ he mused, ‘I’ve never been able to resist a Barbie queue.’