I was the brown guy waiting in line with my partner at the IKEA cafeteria. You were the middle-aged white woman with a sensible sweater and a designer handbag. As the line formed in a strange way, you failed to realize we were there before you. When you and your husband proceeded to lecture me, two different women in front of us explained the situation. You then slammed down your tray behind us and started to shake in anger until a second cash register was opened. Maybe you're used to getting your way, but your rude, entitled ass is worth much less than a plate of $5 Swedish meatballs.
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