It’s always great travelling to the UK from Italy. Brits (usually upper middle class) queue in the wrong place for the gate and then decide that’s the queue. It’s always then a pleasure to push ahead of them where the queue actually is and hear the passive aggression start.
I make up for it by not attempting to murder people on zebra crossings. Weirdly the most respectful queuing I’ve seen was at supermarkets here during the Covid pandemic.