Holesovice and Kafka
The eagle-eyed woman monitoring the queues to make sure everything was in order watched the whole procedure, so I figured it would be OK to just slip in at the front of the queue again. Stood there, and when the ticket window was free again, this time after another ten minute wait, I went up. The woman behind the counter wouldn't serve me and called the queue bitch over. She said very politely. "This exit!" "You must go there!"
She pointed to the back of the queue. Unable to argue my case in Czech I didn't have too many options. So, I went to the back of the queue and waited another 15 minutes. Finally got to the window again and bought my ticket. "Have nice day" says the woman behind the counter. Then, on the way out of the station, I realised it is also called Franz Kafka Station. No shit!