Line Cutters

        There is a special place in hell for people that cut in line.  Nothing infuriates me more than YOU thinking you are important enough that you don’t have to wait like everyone else.  The airplane lands.  Everyone in the front stands up, people in the back stay seated, knowing it’s going to be a ten minute wait.  You always have that impatient jack wagon that comes from the last row that runs halfway up the isle before the seatbelt sign finishes it’s ring.  I want to make something clear.  I like to be first, but I am not a cutter unless I feel it is necessary.  For instance, if you are next in line instead a fast food restaurant, and you are on your phone and not paying attention, chances are, I will walk past you and go.  Don’t get in line unless you are ready to order.  Hence the fast, in fast food.  I don’t have time for people that piddle around.  With that said, when you are in an airplane, and everyone is trying to get off the plane, don’t be an ignoramus and jump ahead of everyone.  That is just breaking the rules, and I am NOT a rule breaker.  I was on this flight a couple years back and I was sitting next to a young kid (13ish).  We were towards the middle of the plane, and it had landed and was making its way to the gate.  Someone out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.  It was a woman that was standing up getting her bag out of the overhead (rule #1: don’t get up until the fasten seatbelt sign goes off).  Then we got the “it’s okay to get up” ding, and I immediately stood up as she plowed into me.  She said, “Excuse me.” 
        I said, “You are excused.”   
        “Can I get by?”
        “No, you can wait like everyone else.  You can’t go anywhere anyway, no one is moving.”
        The woman tried to squeeze by me...seriously.  I might look weak, but I am not pushover, peeps.  I stood my ground.  I wouldn’t let her by.  I then made sure every seat in front of me was empty before I walked forward.  The kid that was sitting next to me stood up and tried to squeeze in.  The woman starting pushing him.  At that point I almost lost it.  “Lady, CALM DOWN.  You are pushing a CHILD.  You are acting completely inappropriate right now.”  I made sure to say this all very loud, so she would receive the stares of onlookers.  I thought her tiny, Clinique filled face was going to explode. 
        Another place that I hate cutters.  In the car.  Nothing makes me more angry than people that ride in that left hand lane when they know it ends up ahead.  I seriously am going to be on the news one day.  I can see it now: Frisco woman, beats up business man with the hook end of an umbrella, then breaks his window with the heel of her red pumps.  Witnesses say she was screaming, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU IGNORANT JACK WAGON?!?  DON’T YOU SEE THERE IS A DAMN LINE HERE?”  Seriously, makes me want to shoot someone.  It’s probably a good thing I don’t carry a gun...or an umbrella.  
        If you are reading this, and YOU are one of these line cutters...may your balls fall off and your hair fall out.  So help me God.    

Side note.  When someone lets you in, thank them with a wave.  Is that too much to ask?  Didn’t you listen to your momma when she taught you to say please and thank you?