I was in a queue in the coffee shop. A very smartly dressed elderly woman walked in and cut across the front of the queue and went to the first available till. There was not an ounce of self-consciousness. She acted as if it were her right. Not one of us in the queue said a word.
And I sometimes think the world is made up of two types of people: those who push in; and those of us who let them.
Note: photo from Nomadic Julien on Unsplash