I get so angry at people who have someone to hold their place in line while they run to get something. I am angry not because I think what they are doing is wrong, but because I am insanely jealous. I wish I didn't have to make my way to the end of the line because I forgot a jar of peanut butter.
I was at Sonic this past weekend and although the novelty is wearing off, there are still super long lines. I was waiting in the drive-thru for a while when it was obvious that Ryder needed to potty. Right. Now. So, I pulled into the closest parking spot and ran in.
Side note: There was a small line to the woman's room and it was clear that no one was going to let us ahead of them, so I asked the lady in front of me if they were individual bathrooms. She said yes, so I went into the men's room. She stared at me as if I had just committed a crime.
When we got back in the car, the line had hardly moved. The same cars were still there, but my spot, obviously, was not.
Now, I know that there is no reason that they should've let me back in line. But it angered me nonetheless. So, to the end of the line I went. As I am sitting in line, a woman from a car in front of us got out, ran to the bathroom, and jumped back into the car. I was FURIOUS! God, I was so fucking jealous. I wish, wish, wish, wish, I had someone to keep my place in line.
The first time this problem was apparent, we were at a Christmas party. I didn't know anyone there, but there were tons of crafts and such for the kids. Then Santa showed up and stole the show. Anyways, there was a crazy line to see Santa. Most families had one adult wait in line while the other sat with the kids doing crafts. When they got to Santa, they would just call their family over and everyone was happy. Except me. I tried standing in line, but every time Ryder ran off and I had to run after him, I lost my place. Even when I could put Ryder at a table close to where I was standing, I would turn to talk to him and people behind would push in front of me. And I hadn't moved!! I gave up. We waited and he was the absolute last child to see Santa. At least he saw him.
It is something that everyone takes for granted. Sure, sometimes you lose your place, but usually there is someone else to hold your place for you. I have no one to hold my place. I always lose my place. It makes me so angry/jealous/sad.