myAmygdala's Journal: At Taco Bell

There was a bunch of kids standing at the beginning of the guide rails that mark where the line for the registers is. The cashiers at the registers were free. They weren't doing anything. The guide rails mark off about 8 feet of floorspace where you're supposed to line up for your turn at the register. They weren't standing in line inside the guide rails. They were all standing outside of them. Nobody would assume they were standing in line. So I walked right through them, properly walking the full path inside the guide rails, instead of bypassing it and walking up to the register from the open side. I guess one of the kids was alarmed that I was "going in front of them" so he headed to the register via the open side. I was taking my time, so he got to the register first. So I leaned back against the rail, contemplating my menu choices, when this female kid passes me and said that she next, because she was behind the guy at the register. I told her that they were standing all the way at the back, and that no one would know any of them were actually standing in line. It wasn't like the cashier was busy taking orders. But it wasn't worth slitting her throat open right there and then. It's not like there was a lot at stake, like $200,000 buried in some grave in the middle of nowhere. No, this was not worth killing her and all her little high school fucker friends over. It was just one place in line at a practically empty Taco Bell. I did not refuse to let her go next. I was not going to kill her over this. But this other girl that had arrived after me said that she wouldn't have let her go ahead. So I guess I was being weak and unAmerican by letting her go ahead of me. The American thing to do would have been to hold my ground like Clint Eastwood in some western movie, and ask her if she felt lucky, or maybe ask her if she had a knife, like Travis Bickle asked Sport if he had a gun. Then perhaps the American thing to do would be to whip out my Benchmade Griptilian and sever one of her major arteries.

I told the girl behind me that this wasn't worth killing anybody over, and she laughed. But I was dead serious. If I shouldn't have let her go ahead of me, there's a good chance I would have had to kill her. Not that I'd have any problem doing it. Hell, I'd kill them all just for being annoying little fucks. The problem is that the socialized peace keepers would probably show up and prevent me from enjoying my chicken burrito and Fresco crunchy taco. That's really the only reason I didn't kill her.

So when she pronounced that she was ahead of me, my choice was to kill her or let her go. I guess if I wanted the respect of the girl that showed up after me, I'd have had to stand my ground and kill her. I guess that girl was a fuck up as well. I don't need some fuck up's respect. I just want them dead.