Lined Up, Lined Out
Tolerating a Soviet-era Bread Line for macaroni and cheese is hard to fathom for even small-town folk. But for some reason, we New Yorkers keep coming back, and we wait in seemingly endless lines because of the reward: a good cheeseburger, lots of beer, or cheap organic food. When waiting in a line at Shake Shack, or the Astoria Beer Garden, or Trader Joe's, most New Yorkers exhibit something rare in this city: patience.
Most New Yorkers, that is. While we were waiting in line, a middle-aged woman was snooping around the storefront and the long line extended out of it. She went up to the counter twice while we were standing in line, and tried to order ahead of everyone. The staff would have none of it. They ignored her. So, she had the nerve to start asking people in line if she could cut in front of them. What are we, six years old?
Naturally, everyone in line started talking about her. "Who the hell does she think she is," one of them asked.
She overheard one of them and snapped back, "hey, you know what? Chill out."
I turned to the group that she just shouted at and said, "we are chilled out. We're waiting in line like mature adults." She was not in earshot, which is probably for the best, as I've been avoiding confrontation since last week's experience at Best Buy.
Seriously, though. Do some New Yorkers feel so entitled that they don't believe they have to wait in line? Wait your turn, asshole - just like everyone else.
Of course, you can cut in front of me... for the right price.