Just before Christmas I was shopping at a toy fair her in Noord-Holland
I glanced to my left and caught sight of a queue 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 Hans 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, Hans,' I cried, 'I hadn't realised you collected dolls.'
'I don't,' he replied laughing'
'Really,' I queried, 'then you must be buying a Christmas present then?'
'No, not at all, my friend,' responded Hans, his eyes twinkling merrily'
'If you don't mind my asking then Hans,' 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.'