Have you ever noticed there are certain types of people you meet while standing in lines ? The noisy ones that have to speak loud and gesticulate a lot so that everybody hears and sees them, the busy bodies that will tell you their life stories even when you are not interested, the grandmas with photos of their nephews stashed in their wallets, ready for you to admire, the cleark's friend who goes directly in front, smugy look on his face, the quiet ones who sit there and tolerate just about everything and everybody around.
Today I met the worst of them ... the mum that drags a kid into the line and uses him to get in front... It took the spioled brat no more than 3 1/2 minutes to start crying and smash his ass onto the floor and 58 seconds for the people around to react and smooth mum's way tot he counter. And the second they got there, shorty shut his piehole and gave mum a they fall for that again smile.
Frustrating situation ... you absolutely do not want to start pickin' on those poor souls, that will only bring along acid remarks like "she's young, what does she know about it"... so there's not a damn thing you can do about that ... Or maybe ...
Note to self :D Get one of those brats for yourself next time !
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