Tonight, while standing in line with my coworkers I overheard a conversation going on behind me. Now, granted, a few of my coworkers were already in line so the ones that got there jumped line. Big deal. I didn't think it was that important how soon or how long you stood to see a corpse. However, apparently it was the end of the fucking world for one person.
As I stood there, I heard this snooby, goody-two-shoes person behind me go, and please read this following sentence in your snoobiest voice, "Yeah, I'm at the funeral home, and if anyone else jumps line in front of me I'm going to freak out!" Seriously bitch?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I'm not sure about the rest of the word, so I am going to speak for myself.
So to make the dolled up snob happy, most of us went back to the end of the line to be with the others that had showed up at a later time. Now, I listened to the people around. And not once did I hear a complaint about us skipping line or adding more and more to the small group.
I am just honestly shocked that there are people out there who are so inconsiderate to those who are seriously mourning. I have no idea how this person was related or even knew the deceased, but they had no right to go about the situation like they did. Keep that in mind next time you have to go through something difficult in your life. Would YOU wanna be alone!?
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