You arrived earlier and waited in line.

The line formed behind you.

A latecomer came and with her cart indicated.

She was going to break queue.

Blood rushed to your head.

Your heart pounded.

Someone breaking queue is

something enough to make your blood boil.

Calm down, you tell yourself taking in deep breaths.

Were she to cut in front.

Just say, I am in no hurry.

I have all the time in the world.

Never mind the two dogs waiting at home.

The cause of most of your haste.

She obviously was in a big hurry,

and needed to cut the line.

Like those instances where we believe,

Everybody knows we are pressed for time.

And would make allowances.

The door opened.

The man beside you.

Whom you believed was going to break queue.

Though less obvious about it.

Hemmed her in.

Letting you move in first.

Though the lesson was not warranted.

It still was a good one to learn.