t'is the season?

 

so I am standing in the queue in front of the counter of a larger electrical goods store that also happens to sell music and DVDs - I think you know the one I mean. This woman is standing near the counter with a strange look on her face, sort of a strange cross between confused and pissed off.

and she is staring right at me. I just know what she's going to say next.

"Do I have to wait in the queue?" now with a look on her face that screams palpable annoyance.

the dilemma I have now involves my plight of recent times - the suppression and subsequent destruction of my inner dialogue. I just can't help myself anymore, it's like I am compelled to speak my inner thoughts out loud; like I no longer have any control. So out it comes, and my response?

first off, I don't work here and adding to this and I don't know if you've noticed but I am actually standing in the middle of the queue. Added to this but is there something that makes you think that you are beneath standing in the queue? Does the act of asking me whether you should wait in the queue dispense with your obligation to do just that?

so she lets out a huff and goes to the back of the queue. Thirty seconds later she barks "Fine!" and leaves the store together, all during this time I can feel her staring at me with daggers for eyes, pissed off for having been scalded.

all the rest of the queue were watching her leave and when she finally got out the exit...

the people in the queue and the counter staff gave me a standing ovation. She must have been a right royal pain in the ass before I got there. Don't try this yourself, you could end up with a total psycho in these uncertain times.