It really ticks me off when I'm at the supermarket, and I willingly and acceptingly get in a longer line that has several people with full shopping carts, because my cart is full as well. And the reason the line is longer is because while there are usually four or five lanes open for people with under ten items, there are only two or three open for the rest of us, even though the store has fifteen other checkout lanes that are never open.
And then after I've waited in line for all those people verifying their coupons and arguing about the discount on the holiday items, and I finally get ready to start unloading my cart, some little cutsie-type of shopper dashes up and wants to know if she can "jump in front of me because she only has two items and is in a really really big hurry because her baby's daddy is waiting in the car."
Considering the pelting rain and frigid temps I was braving to do the shopping for my parents, I was not feeling very charitable toward ridiculously dressed teenagers buying mascara and Clairol Herbal Essence hair coloring today.
I dug deep and smiled my best sugar-coated venom smile and let her know that I was in a big hurry too, and that if she would just venture on down to the other end of the store, she'd find several lanes especially for people with only one or two items, just like her, and she wouldn't have to beg favor from people like me, with full shopping carts who are keeping the store's economy going despite the long wait and lack of check-out lanes available to us.
I always did relate to the Julia Sugarbaker character on Designing Women.