So I was standing in line the other day at the bookstore trying to buy my new math book (which used, is over $120) which can put anyone into a bad mood. As I'm standing there, an employee says: "You're all standing in the wrong spot, follow the arrows!"
I think she meant to look at the little duck tape arrows on the floor to direct where the line is meant to be. Well, it was kind of hard to seem them with all the people walking around shopping. Oops.
So, of course the line shifts, and the girl behind me can't wait to slip in front just as I'm move to stand over this stupid little green arrow. That made me mad, too.
I wait in line for an hour. AN HOUR - which isn't too bad for a college book store. But just as I'm about 10 minutes from the check out, this guy comes walking by the line and says: "Where does the line end?"
The woman two spots in front of me (the girl I was originally behind before the other girl cut in front of me) snags him and they began to chat. Oh no. I knew what was going to happen. He was going to strike up a conversation and then slip casually into the line like he had always been there. But he wasn't always there and he did. Just. That.
This means TWO people cut in line in front of me at the book store. I know, it's petty to get so angry, but I was already in a bad mood and late for classes. It took me a few moments to debate with myself on whether or not to say something. Finally, I couldn't help it. The conversation went like this:
Me: "Excuse me, sir. Weren't you looking for the end of the line?"
Guy: (Stares)
Girl he's with: "I'm letting be with me."
Me: "But he cut in line."
Girl: "I'm letting him."
Me: "Well, all these people had to wait."
Girl: "He's sick!"
He sure as hell didn't look sick. And if he was well enough to drag his ass out of bed and come to school, then he was well enough to stand in line for an hour like the rest of us. The odd thing is, is that I suddenly became angry with the woman who let him cut in front of me rather than the guy himself. The way she talked to me, it was as I was the asshole for even bringing it up.
I knew that the mean thing to do would be to yell at her back, and I knew the really mean thing to do would be to grab both of them and haul each other asses to the back of the line. But I try to maintain some sense of class. So they both went to the check-out, all-the-while shooting me daggars. All I could think is: It's sucks being a nice person. It just sucks!
