Enjoy it While You Can

Dear Mr. Jerk,

Whilst walking to the pharmacy tonight to pick up my prescriptions, I noticed you running ahead of me to get ahead of me in line.

Whatever.

What you didn't know was that you entered into the wrong door, thus winding up five people behind me despite your jogging prowess.

And what I will never know is how you managed to get the pharmacy dude to serve you from the back of the line. I didn't see it until it was too late and you were somehow miraculously paying for your stuff while all the other people, including me, were still waiting.

But, I did recognize the tiny smile on your face, for it matched the one I had been sporting only minutes before as I gloated over my apparently premature victory.

So, maybe tonight you beat the system. Maybe tonight you got lucky.

But I happen to think you used up your luck, and you will one day wish to God you hadn't used it up just to wait five minutes less in line.

So enjoy the feeling, while you can.

Dickwad.

Smooches,
Gina

Comments

Kelley @ magneto bold too said…
Bwaaaaa haaaaaaa haaaaaaaaa!!!

You evil woman. Oh how I love you!
3:34 AM
Laura said…
Ohhh grrrr.... I hope he got stopped by the cop at the corner 5 minutes early for his shift. Those types of things really piss me off. Especially at the Pharmacy. I always go to the drop off window to "drop off" my prescriptions. And then I get burned by the ass who can't (or won't) read and walks up to the sevice counter. Double grrr...
4:26 AM
Family Adventure said…
UGH! I *abhor* sneakers.

Heidi
4:48 AM
Steph said…
Ugh, how annoying! I totally agree that he used up his luck though. It will definitely catch up with him...
5:35 AM
Suzanne said…
I hate to spoil a good smackdown (because it is a good smackdown!), but perhaps the man had someone at home with an urgent medical need...

Then again, maybe not. :)
5:57 AM
Ortizzle said…
Dickwad. That is so funny. I always think words like that, and then I say something like, "Hey, cowboy, what's your hurry? Because in case you didn't notice, there's a line here and there are six people in front of you. So unless your cat is choking on a hairball, you can just wait like the rest of us."

You're right, though. Bad karma will get him eventually. :-)
6:23 AM
Sunshine said…
Maybe you should actually feel bad for him because he was getting the prescription for the scorching case of THE CLAP that he has and he was running in there because his junk hurts bad.
6:40 AM
Anvilcloud said…
How in the world can anyone get served from the back of the line? Some of us can barely manage it form the front.
7:10 AM
captain corky said…
LOL! He'll burn in hell for all eternity soon enough, while you and I frolic in the fields of Heaven. ;)
7:34 AM
Cherry said…
I bet he's the same guy who speeds and weaves all crazy, just to end up at the exact same traffic light as everyone else.
8:47 AM
Nance said…
I'm awarding you bonus points for managing to use "whilst" and "dickwad" in the same post.
12:32 PM
Hope said…
In 50 something years of life I have learned that somethings are unavoidable: death, taxes, and KARMA.

In the meantime, he may have thought that he was pulling one over on those waiting, but what he has actually doing is giving gina foder to make readers all over North America lol. ;)
I often laugh as much at your clever reader's comments than I do at your posts. Brillance attracts brillance i say.
2:44 PM
Maternal Mirth said…
Ooooooooooooh! 1-2-3 ... and the winner by a knock-out - GINA!

Love *it*!! Hate that you were frustrated, but LOVE the resulting post.

:)M&M
9:03 PM
-LGirl- said…
I always try to imagine that person Just lost his wife, the dog ran away and a baby that just barfed all over the back seat.

But honestly for the most part I can be pretty certain that person is just a Dickwad!
9:02 AM
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