The Prissy Princess was known for her excellent memory, especially when it involved a mishap on the part of the Gallant Hero. She had not forgotten, for instance, all those pokes on the shoulder she had received from him while trying to catch up on her beauty sleep on the plane. The following day, as the Hero lay placidly in his own royal slumber, the Princess poked him several times.
"Please take a number," the Hero's voice droned. "You will be helped in the order in which you came."
"Excuse me?" the Princess said.
"Please take a number," he repeated, louder this time.
She looked around. "But there's only me," she said.
"Doesn't matter."
"But I'm the Princess!" she said indignantly.
The Hero conveniently fell back to sleep. He was soon inconveniently awakened by a pillow being whomped over his head.
He wisely said no more about taking a number.
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