Excuse me, Miss, but I believe your uppance has come.
I was at Target tonight, shopping (alone, which was absolutely heavenly). I always get lost in Target and never go to the register nearest to the door where I entered the place - this particular Target has three entrances and I was at the wrong one. But I was oh, so happy to be there.
Not at first, though. At first, there was only one register open and about 12 people in line. The front end dood got on his little walkie talkie and asked for some warm bodies to be sent to open other registers. One girl showed up almost immediately. People were waiting until she actually got behind her counter before moving over into her lane. Or so I thought.
Suddenly, this Blonde Chippy who was about 5 people back in line, with a cart stacked full of crap, barrels into the newly not-even-opened-yet register. Well, the woman who was second in line just about went postal. She said "There are other people ahead of you, you know. It's very rude to jump the line like that." But Blonde Chippy wasn't paying any heed. She started unloading her mountain of crap onto the belt and started talking loudly into her cell phone. The rest of us just rolled our eyes and grimaced sympathetically at each other.
And then karma came and bit Blonde Chippy's ass. The girl couldn't open her register. Blonde Chippy had unloaded all of her stuff at this point and she had to stand there and cool her jets while the clerk walked a-l-l-l-l-l-l-l the way to the other side of the store to find a manager to help her.
I had all I could do not to laugh at her. I was at least three people behind Blonde Chippy and I still got out of the store before she did. And I chuckled all the way to my car.