These days, I normally walk out of my office building and buy salad for lunch. Once I'm back inside my building, I'll sometimes swing by the local bakery, called Emma, to buy a drink before I head back upstairs to my company's office.
Today, I grabbed my drink and got in line for the cashier. There were two women immediately in front of me, gabbling animatedly. They both suddenly broke out of the line because they had realized that they wanted to buy another item or two. I, naturally, stepped that much closer to the cashier, since these ladies had given up their place in line.
Except that they hadn't. One of the two ladies physically squeezed back in front of me, deliberately cutting in line while pretending I wasn't even there. Her friend went to stand at her side. I said nothing because I'm not normally the type to cause a scene, and because Koreans routinely cut in front of me. (I do often wish I had a lightsaber, though.)
The cashier saw the situation and pointedly said to me, "Oh, I'll take care of you next!" The rude lady who had cut in turned around, looked at me as if she'd never seen me before—despite having just squeezed herself in front of me—and said, "You were waiting? Oh, sorry, sorry ("죄송 죄송!")!" I gave the bitch a tight smile: You knew exactly what you were doing, you cooze. Then I stepped up and did my transaction.
A big tip of the hat to the cashier.
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I totally make a scene when something like that happens. Once upon a time I would not have, but I've gotten to the point where I just won't take stuff like that anymore. Someone tries to cut in front of me and I call them out on it.
ReplyDeleteDirty foreigner. Always fucking things up for the rest of us.
ReplyDeleteYou betcha!
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