Lesson Learned: Only brats cut the bathroom line

Last night I was at Hub 51, it's a restaurant/bar in downtown Chicago. Somehow my friends and I nabbed a table near the back even with a packed house; the only problem was it was nowhere near the bathroom (which is a problem for a person who drinks about 10 glasses of water during dinner).

To get to the restroom I had to maneuver my way around 25 other tables and hoards of partygoers just standing around. Then I had to walk down a flight of stairs and squeeze through another group of people trying to sweet talk their way past a bouncer to get into a more private area. When I spotted the men's restroom line I got nervous, about 20 deep, which meant the girls was probably double. After inching past the ladies reapplying lipstick I was pleasantly surprised by a shorter line, about 10 girls waiting for 5 stalls.

I was 3rd in line when Barbie walked in, blonde, 5'7", black mini dress, and very pretty, I knew she was going to be trouble from the start and I was right. Barbie walked right past about 12 girls clearly standing in line and slid right IN FRONT of me. I almost laughed out loud, this was not going to fly. I casually tapped her back and asked:

"Excuse me, would you mind heading back to the end of the line and waiting like everybody else."

Barbie, "Oh but these are my friends (as she motions to 2 girls in front of her)."

Me, "So just because you know someone at the front of the BATHROOM line that means you can cut the rest of us."

Barbie, "No, I don't think you understand these are my friends."

Clearly I understood what she meant by these are my friends, I just didn't exactly understand why she thought that was acceptable or a worthwhile excuse. I'm not one to hold back, but for some reason I decided to control myself.

Me, "I get it and you already used that line, still doesn't work."

Barbie was done with this conversation, didn't reply, but instead turned around and started talking with her friends.

I'll admit I've cut some lines in my time and thought I was pretty cool for doing it but even I have boundaries. I was weak last night and let it go, Barbie was definitely not worth my time, besides I needed to concentrate on holding my bladder since clearly I was now going to be waiting a little longer.

Exiting the bathroom I was in a much better mood than when I entered and laughed when I saw Barbie walking out too, the only difference this time was she didn’t even bother with the line I was currently waiting in, I guess she’s also to good for washing her hands.