Line jumpers really piss me off.
The DMV requires you to make an appointment and when you show up a person verifies that and hands you a ticket, you wait until your number is called.
Except you get the little sawed off runt who is swaddled in more NYPD logo gear than I have ever seen who has to run right past everyone else and fidget and start telling the kid at the kiosk his appointment 'didn't go through.' Rather than listen to more nonsense he just let this idiot in who ran right up to the first counter (without waiting to be called) and got what he wanted. I heard him tell the lady that he 'tried to call but it didn't go through'.
This was a Vinnie Goombatz, a real deez-doze-dat fugettaboutit nitwit. I sincerely doubt he's a cop, he's just an overbearing ginzo who didn't realize (or care) that a roomful of people were totally locked onto all this nonsense. We get a lot of those around here - that type represents half the population of Long Island.
I didn't bat an eyelash but regret my decision not to carry my disintegration ray this morning. It's heavy, I didn't think I'd need it.