We had our last meal in Sri Lanka at Top Secret which is a beach bar cum restaurant. I had mixed fried rice which was AMAZING! Well ok, consider the fact that I’m Asian and I eat rice with everything. So give me a bowl-full of fried rice with shrimps or beef or pork then I’m the happiest girl alive.
Anyhow, so at the airport this was the scene: there’s a line for people with bags and a line for people without it. An Indian guy (according to his passport) with a briefcase was using the line for the “bag-less” and tried to cut me. You see, if there’s one thing that you should know about me it’s this: I F*CKING HATE PEOPLE WHO CUT THE LINE. Seriously it irritates the bejesus out of me. So when this guy tried to cut the line, my blood pressure soared right up to my temple lobes and I rudely told him off: THERE’S A LINE!!!!! Well, I pissed the guy off and the next scene wasn’t really a sight to see:
STUPID GUY: I am in line!
ME: No, you’re not.
STUPID GUY: Then what do you call this? * points to the line behind him *
ME: Haven’t you noticed that it’s for people without bags? If you have a bag, then this is the correct line. * points to the line behind me and muttered to myself: STUPID! but loud enough for him to hear *
STUPID GUY: What did you say?
STUPID GUY: Watch your mouth. If you don’t know what you’re talking about then shut your mouth.
ME: Why? You think you’re smart? You don’t even know where to fall in line.
** Then I walked away…. **
And here’s the second thing that you should know about me: I don’t give respect to someone who doesn’t deserve it. I am generally nice but I’m feisty when provoked. If you don’t respect me (and the people behind me in the line) then why should I give you the benefit of it? I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine. The guy seem to be educated but education is a totally different thing with having manners and knowing that you should respect other people and from what I understand, he clearly doesn’t have it. Now, I’m not being a racist here or something but I do believe that most Indians have a problem with falling in line – they just don’t know how to do it. Most, not all of them. When I went to Goa, I took an Air Arabia flight from Sharjah airport and I think I have told off about a dozen or so people who are trying to cut the line. They are literally coming out of nowhere. In a blink of an eye, you’ll see an Indian beside you trying to squeeze him/herself in front of you. I don’t really know where they’re coming from, I’d only assume that they have this ability to spring out of a concrete floor or fall from a ceiling or something. Even my Indian colleagues (who are educated and have manners) say the same thing; most of their countrymen refuse to fall in line. No explanations. They just don’t want to do it.
Anyway, I don’t really believe that it’s only Indians who are having a hard time falling in line. It’s actually not about where they’re from, it’s about how they were brought up I believe. After the Sri Lanka airport episode another “cutting the line” happened at Dubai Airport. Not from an Indian but from a Lebanese. Again, looks educated but lacks manner as she deliberately pushed the baby stroller to the front of the line hitting people who are already in queue and not apologizing or excusing herself for it. She was a woman in his 50’s and frankly my dears, unless you ask me nicely and have given me a valid excuse as to why you need to be the first in line I will not let you have your way. I don’t care if you have a small child sleeping comfortably in his baby stroller or you’re an old lady who doesn’t even know how to excuse yourself (seriously woman, you reached that age and you don’t even have the slightest hint of having a right conduct?) – the mere fact that you acted like you MUST be given the priority treatment just because you deserve it will make me even more pissed at you and not at all give you that option. So when the guy in front of me finished with the immigration formalities, I walked in front of the baby’s stroller blocking the woman’s way and went to the immigration desk. I was too tired and lacked sleep to even start a confrontation with the woman and as what the boyfriend told me: “You can’t teach someone something that they don’t want to know.”