Some people!

Wombat (my mom) and I were standing in the prescription drop-off line at the pharmacy in our local Wal-Mart last Saturday. We had to tell three separate geezer-line-cutters who brazenly marched up to the window exactly WHERE it was they should be - behind us, IN LINE. These clueless folks were in clear violation of the HIPPA-mandated no-fly zone between the special painted red line and the clerk's window. I am well acquainted with this sacred line, because DarlingMan inadvertently crossed it one day, earning a stern reprimand from the Wal-Mart drone. Somehow, in his sweet innocence, DarlingMan thought that the clerk was joking around with him, which earned a SECOND reprimand. Needless to say, DarlingMan was quite cowed and has been ever-vigilant of the red line since then. But I digress... I suppose the line-cutting (or, BUTTING as my students in LA used to say) coule have been much worse, as this article describes. Jeez, SOME PEOPLE!