I was patiently waiting (in the cold New England temperatures) and this nun flew past me. And I was shocked! What kind of person, nevermind nun, has chutzpah to pull that kind of stunt?
The bus had just pulled up to its gate and she walked almost all the way to the front, and asked, “Is this bus going to New York?” And upon hearing an affirmative, she just stayed there.
Every human being inherently knows that you ask the last person waiting in the line any question related to that line if you intend to begin waiting in it should it be the line you need. Ya know?
Anyway. It wasn’t, in the end, a huge deal. No jihad was fought. No back of the liners were turned away. But what if? What if.