The Man Who Cut the Line Lost the Whole Deal

I was in line at the bank on a busy Friday, the kind of line that wraps back on itself and moves once every geological age. A man came in behind all of us, took one look at the queue, and decided it did not apply to him.

He pushed to the front, papers in hand, announcing loudly that he had an important appointment to finalize a large business account and did not have time to wait with, and he actually said this, "regular people." On his way past he snapped at a mild-looking older gentleman near the front to "keep up or move," bumping his shoulder.

The teller told him he would have to wait his turn like everyone else, or take a seat until his appointment contact came out. He scoffed and demanded the manager. The teller made a call. A door opened at the back.