You know how it is. You could really, really use a Boojum. The problem? The queue for Boojum is as long as it's taking you to find a proper job after graduating from Queen's (all right, so maybe nothing's that long). As you round the corner either opposite the city hall or on Botanic Avenue, there's nothing you can but pray for a queue-free Boojum. DAMMIT. There's always about twelve people in front of you.