I’m waiting in line at the laundry with one girl behind me while a couple in front of me disputes something about their laundry detergent. Two or three minutes go by. A man walks up carrying a bag of laundry and steps in front of me.
Me: “Hey, there’s a line.”
Him: (shrug)
The couple leaves just then. He steps inside with his laundry and puts it on the scale. I go in after him and stand right next to him – it’s a small space.
Me: “Is there a reason you think you don’t have to wait in line?”
Him: (shrug)
Me: “Do you think you’re better than us for some reason?”
Him: “That’s right.”
Chick behind me to the guy: “You’re a really pleasant person.”
He leaves.
Ahhhh New York.
