BNF

I don't usually get visibly annoyed at strangers, but damn if these old French ladies don't piss me off sometimes.

Today, after sleeping for only a few hours and attending three hours of lectures, I went to the library to get my year-long pass.

After standing in line for a moment, the woman at the help desk turned to me and asked if she could help. I walked up to her and began to state my case.

From behind me, I heard a voice say, "Excuse me. Could you help me first, please?"

To her credit, the woman behind the desk said, "I'll help you as soon as I finish with this young woman."

"But that young woman is much younger than I am," answered the old lady, as if the fact that she was old gives her a free pass to cut in line.

The desk woman said, "That doesn't matter. She was still in line before you."

It was so ridiculous I had to turn around and see who this woman was, and I couldn't help but shoot evil eyes at her. Then I sorta might have laughed in her face because she was being so ridiculous. Do you know how many old ladies have jumped in front of me for cabs? Or at the yarn store? Jesus. Now you want to just straight up say, out loud, that your age means no lines for you here, too? At the library?

I'm all for the senior citizens' breakfasts, and I give up my seat on the bus/metro to the elderly. But please. Wait thirty seconds. I only wanted a freaking map.