Suddenly, a super rude blonde woman pushed past him in the line. She was wearing oversized sunglasses and a designer handbag swinging carelessly from her arm. “Excuse me,” Jason said, trying to keep his voice steady, “there’s a line here.”
The woman turned to him, her expression filled with disdain. “Whatever,” she scoffed, dismissing him with a wave of her hand as she moved ahead. Too tired and frustrated to argue, Jason let her go, thinking of how he would survive the next eight hours.