Some fat lady tried to cut in front of me in line today. Bad fucking idea. I am irritable as shit after standing in line for an hour trying to file three appearances. No, I'm not afraid of causing a scene, fatty. You also can't just ignore me and walk to the nearest cashier. I will fucking follow you. It's like cutting in front of a 5th grader. Don't even try it. What's that? You just want to talk to the supervisor? Guess what. She'll still be there after you stand in line for an hour. Dumbass.