There are no cuts in life.

Damn old Russian woman at the pharmacy cut right in front of me, bold as brass, and had the nerve to look up and tell me her husband had just had an operation and she needed to get his medicine. I had literally been the next person in line and she just slid in in front of me.
I told her, “Lady, I need a prescription too, it won’t take a minute, and I don’t appreciate you cutting in line.” She proceeded to ignore me and the cashier — WHO KNOWS ME BY NAME — just shrugged and rolled her eyes.
When said damn old Russian woman finished up, she had the nerve to look at me and say, “Thank you”. I said, “If you ever do that to me again, I will knock you down.”
The cashier said, “Sorry, they do that all the time.” I said, “If one of them tries that with me again, it will be the last time they do so for a while.”
Got out to the van and I was still livid. Sally said the Russians where she works pull that crap all the time, and pretend not to know a word of English when you raise hell with them. I said, fuck that, they all need to go back to Russia where they fucking belong.
Then we went to the grocery and some damn asshole teenager damn near ran me down in the back aisle as I was walking out of a cross aisle. I yelled at him, too.
Some days you just want to give the world such a smack.