>shopping in one of those huge wholesale stores with multiple registers and lines open
>massive lines reaching into parts of the isles of the store
>such is merrica
>cart is full of highly perishable items that need to go home and go in the freezer or fridge ASAP STAT
>weather is HOT AS CAN FUCK and I can almost hear the street crying
>go to get in line and pay
>politely excuse myself and carefully squeeze through the zombie like crowd of rude ignorant normalfags that clog the isles and lines and aren't ever trying to get in line and pay, literally just standing there like retards and blocking everyone.
>reach end of a fairly long line, but not as bad as the other ones
>make it to my highly specific end turn position where I'm officially behind the last person in line, making me officially the last person in line, of that specific line
>suddenly from my left, seemingly out of nowhere appears a chubby woman and her two daughters
<they as a group were not there literally moments ago, and from a quick glance at the daughters faces I could tell that they were probably underage, but would likely grow up to be supermodels or something if they ate healthy and kept fit unlike their mother… Not trying to be an asshole but just making an observation and hoping their lives turn out better. In all honesty, God bless them.
>I immediately assume they need to pass because this happens all the time in stores like this where people need to walk across the massive long lines of people and basically cut in line (only to continue walking without taking the place in front of you as they only need to reach another line they saw from far away)
>I politely ask "Oh, sorry- Do you need to pass?" slightly moving my cart back a centimeter in a body language gesture as if to imply I would be willing to let them pass to where ever their destination may be
>The chubby woman looks at me and I can sense something is wrong. "No..?" she says both as a firm statement and as a question.
>Suddenly I realize that she is implying that she wanted to get in line in front of me
>My mind races
>I think back
>Did I see her?
>I remember she wasn't even anywhere in my wide vision angle moments ago, nowhere to my left where she suddenly appeared from after I had made it into the line
>I think "I'm 100% sure I got here first, or we would have made it at the exact same moment"
>"I definitely had about two seconds total to spare after making it into my position in the line"
>I look at the chubby woman
>my mind instantly goes into autopilot, less out of nervousness, but just simply goes calmly into autopilot. I suppose my brain wanted to avoid conflict because the next words out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying was "Do you wanna flip a coin?"
>I think about what I just said