I feel kind of bad about yelling at you a few weeks ago at that seafood festival. I don’t make a habit out of yelling at kids who don’t belong to me, but cutting in line is not very nice, and you caught me at a weak moment. In particular, a moment when I happened to be patiently waiting in aforementioned line for a funnel cake. And nothing comes between me and my funnel cake, kids.
When you went to the back of the line like I told you to, you proceeded to announce (loudly), “But we were in front of you! We were in front of her!” Repeatedly. Over, and over, and over again, for all in line to hear. At first, I smiled nicely and simply said, “no, you weren’t,” but then you kept repeating yourself. Again, and again, and again. Then, well, I’m pretty sure my crazy-eyes made an appearance as I turned around and snapped: “NO, YOU WEREN’T, but if it means that much to you, go ahead and get in front of me!” That certainly stopped you in your tracks. I’m pretty sure I officially became a “scary old lady” in that very moment, but at least it shut you up.
I’m not proud of my behavior, and I learned my lesson (leave the crazy eyes at home), but I also hope you learned yours: don’t cut in line, and for the love of powdered sugar, never, ever mess with a funnel cake-seeking woman. She means business.
xoxo,
Brooke
