Guy-Who-Cut-Me-In-Line-At-the-Liquor-Store

Dear Guy-who-cut-me-in-line-at-the-liquor-store,

I can't believe you cut me in line today!  Are we in second grade again, except, instead of chocolate milk, it's booze?  There was clearly one line at register 3 and then register 1 opened up.  The checkout girl clearly said, "I'll help the next person in line."  Umm...that was...ME!  Then you're hemming and hawing over which nips to buy (nice choice, by the way, on the $6 patron one, you know a bottle is only $39, right?) and which cigarettes to pick up (I'm a fan of the menthol too, but why someone needs two packs of two different kinds of butts is beyond me).  In the meantime, the person behind me in the original line was leaving the store and my cheap bottle of merlot wasn't even scanned yet! 

See, I had one of those days.  It's the first day of December, which is my favorite month of the year.  Since I live in Massachusetts, it's not too cold yet, but still chilly.  Christmas trees are up and I get the chance to look at all those ornaments that remind me only of happy times - amazingly sad memories fade around ornaments.  The ones that broke aren't remembered, but the ones that survived, are treasured!  But enough about the ornaments.  I had a boring day at work...not a quiet day, just a boring one...and I was thrilled to leave around 5:30 (I'm a temp - glamorous, I know.  You're probably an accountant for a big four firm or a sophomore English teacher, right?).  Anyway, I was meeting my best friend for dinner and I got to the restaurant before her and the hostess was incompetent.  After waiting for my friend to arrive, waiting for the hostess to seat us, and then waiting for the server to actually take our orders, she and I tried to cram four months of girl-talk into a hour-and-a-half dinner.  For two wordy ladies, it was fun, but just not enough time.  So, she goes back to the office and I go to the T.  The first train passing doesn't take passengers, the second one is jam-packed (at 8:30 at night?!).  I ride the train home and begin the trek in the rain.  As I cross the four-way-stop-sign intersection, I almost get hit by two cars.  I had to swat my umbrella at one of them!  I felt so invisible.  Then some douche bag is yelling at me, "hey honey, did you almost get hit by a car?  Is that why you threw your umbrella?"  I almost yelled out, "damn straight, you fucking cunt," but decided against it, since if he had a gun and decided to use it, he probably wouldn't kill me instantly and instead I'd suffer (which would suck).  That brings me to the liquor store across the street from the gym, which is also across the street from my home....where YOU CUT ME IN LINE! 

And now I'm sitting on my couch, having a glass of my wine, thinking about all the characters of the day, and I picked you to write to.  So let me say this: 

1.  Don't cut in line - it's not nice. 
2.  Don't try to push someone's buttons when it's cold outside, but someone is sweating and has a red face (that's usually a sign of fear, alcoholism, or both). 
3.  Don't take more than 60 seconds to pick out nips that are near the register - if you need more time, go to that section of the store and browse. 

1.  Do continue to take pride in your selections - it makes us proud of ourselves. 
2.  Do stop talking when a girl says, "stop talking to me." 
3.  Do consider why people are in line at the liquor store at 9 PM on a Wednesday night. 

So long,
Agnes