Dear Baba Rumcake,
As usual, at the airport, the line was long, the passengers irritated and the workers at their wits' end. No one to blame, just the way things were.
But, when some annoying, disgusting, family of four, decided to cut the line, in front of everyone else, getting to the agent, before all of us, it was ugly.
"Do we have to go to the end of the line," asked, the annoying, whiny female of the group.
Who are these people? Where do they come from? Who taught them manners?
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Published on January 31, 2011 02:56