Cutting

I am a pretty laid-back girl, but there is one thing that irritates me more than anything......cutting in line.

Today we flew internationally out of Bangkok.  Word to the wise, if you are ever flying internationally from Bangkok you will have a very long immigration line, get there early.  First we waited to enter the immigration hall.  Finaly we passed through a little opening and the world, literally, was waiting.  (SEE ABOVE VIDEO)  Everyone you could imagine, wall to wall people. We waited over one hour and barely moved, people continuing to press into the hall, pushing, sweating.....GROSS!!!

As I stood there and waited with my family, I noticed 4 people looking shifty (I won't tell you which country they were from but they weren't American, Asian, or Middle Eastern).  They entered the immigration hall well after my family and started moving there way up through the gaps in the lines when people weren't paying attention.  One of the guys actually went all the way to the front of the line and then called his girl to join him at the front.  His friend did the same thing in the neighboring line.  I was furious! How dare they cut!!  It wasn't fair because I was waiting politely in my line, minding my own business, keeping my son from bumping into others in line with his backpack.   As the cutters kept inching forward trying to mesh into the line, I caught the eye of one of them and glared.....letting them know I knew what they were doing.  It didn't matter. They glared right back at me as they sailed through the immigration line a good 15-20 minutes before I did.

While fuming and sweating in line, I thought about what made 4 people cut in line and thousands more, stand still and follow "rules".  It wasn't the slow lines and poor planning of the immigration hall employees that made me upset, but the 4 people who did it their way and just ignored what was right and didn't get caught, justifying in their own minds that they were smarter than all of us in the crowded room.