I went to Chick-Fil-A (the one with the weird cashier mentioned
here) for lunch the other day (the same Chick-Fil-A that a worker there once greeted my by saying "Welcome to Chicka-Flay"). When I arrived, there were two registers opened--one with about three people in line and one with one person in line. Surveying the situation, I decided that the people in the longer line must really like waiting in a queue, so I logically chose the shorter line. After the person in front of me finished ordering, the cashier greeted me and took my order. After paying, I noticed that the older, entitled-looking woman at the end of the other line was glaring at me. I didn't pay much attention and took my food, found a seat and started eating my salad and reading the
Dallas Morning News. As I finished up eating and reading the comics, I noticed that glaring lady was standing in front of my table. I looked up and she said "Excuse me." "Yes, I replied?" "You cut in front of me in line," she replied, her voice full of vitriol. "No," I replied, "I got in the other line." "There was only one line", she replied, anger spitting from her eyes. "No, there were two cashiers and two lines," I replied, "I can't help if you don't know how lines work." She harumphed and stomped off. What. The. Fuck? Seriously, I didn't cut in front of you. I logically chose the shortest line. You could've done the same thing. This reminded me of the time that I was sitting in the car that I had before the one I have now and an older woman came to get into the car next to me. As she opened her door, the wind caught it and it slammed into my door. I just stared at her, trying to hold back my anger at her carelessness. I rolled down the window and she said "Sorry, the wind caught it". I didn't say anything...I just watched as she let go of it again in another gust and again it slammed into my door. She smiled weakly at me and I replied, "Are you retarded?" Luckily, there were no (noticeable) dings. I can almost understand the first time...you were caught off guard by the wind's strength, but the second time? You knew it happened once...it wasn't that hard to prevent it from happening again.