So me and the chew toy are standing in line on Friday night to see X-Men 2 (fun flick, by the way), and just as we get to the part of the line where it splits into three lines (one for each cashier), a guy and his girl step in front of us.
“Excuse me,” says I, “but the line ends back there,” says I, using my thumb to indicate the lenghty line behind me, and the end of it way back whereabouts.
“Man, they just opened up that third line,” says he.
Remarkably, I am unconvinced.
“That’s nice, but the end of the line is back there,” says I, once again indicating the way back of the line. Chew toy is standnig there, dumbfounded.
Unfazed, I proceed into line, continuing my conversation with the chew toy. (I think he was proud of me - he loves it when I get butch!)
After a few moments, I happen to notice that standing right behind us is Line Cutter and Girlfriend.
So, hey, I won one for us Good Guys, but the wimp behind me must have let him in anyway. Sad.
And there it is.
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