Anyway, the person standing directly in front of me in the line is a NROTC guy, uniform and all, and he has a blank, sort of distant look in his eyes.
After a minute or so of standing in line, another NROTC guy walks up to him and starts a conversation.
I woke up about half an hour ago, and my mind is slow, but after he's been talking for about a minute, a bomb explodes in my head:
HOLY SHIT, is he cutting in line!? Did he just cut in line in front of me?! SHIT! But maybe he isn't, maybe he is just having a talk with his friend who's in line? How the hell am I supposed to know which, and should I act and when? He's been standing there for two minutes now, and the next guy in line is the first NROTC guy. What if he goes to order and the other NROTC asshole stays in line, waiting to order after him?
Don't get me wrong, I am a pretty big guy so I'm not exactly afraid of causing a scene or getting into a fight, but I AM fairly rational, and is it worth ruining my day just to stop this guy from cutting in line? I mean, the extra 5 minutes will cause me to be late for class, but 5 minutes is not exactly a big deal. Anyway, time is running out, the first NROTC guy will get to order at any second, I NEED A GODDAMN DECISION HERE, what do I do if he acts like nothing and just goes ahead and orders before me? Do I stop him with 100% chance of causing a scene and a bad mood for the rest of the day or do I just let it slide and be in a good mood in another hour or so? SHIT!
And then, from out of NOWHERE, the first NROTC guy starts crying openly and walks away, and the second guy, looking worried, walks after him. I wasn't listening to their conversation, I have no idea what just happened, all I know is suddenly I'm first in line.
The whole buildup of the past 5 minutes pretty much falls over in my brain and causes some kind of catastrophic chain reaction, turning me into a twitching retard. What the fuck just happened? As the guy at the counter calls "next" I walk up to him with a walk silly enough to rival any one of Monty Python's and tell the man I "would be like to have" a turkey club, "prueeezee!". I pay, I get some coke, I sit down at a table, and I just can't seem to blink my eyes properly without conscious effort.
A guy almost cuts in line in front of me and for the next hour I'm Ace Ventura. What the fuck is wrong with me?