Raise your hand if you’ve ever had someone cut in front of you in line. Yeah, that’s what I thought… juuuuuust about everyone, right? This is definitely one of my pet peeves, ESPECIALLY when I, my wife and our four small kids have already been standing in the Hawaiian Ice line for what seemed like at least half an hour.

So, there we were, standing patiently in line (I use the term patiently very loosely. You see, my children range from age one to age eight. “Patient” is a very relative term in situations like these.) when I see out of the corner of my eye three bodies seemingly manifest out of thin air. As I’m sure you know, when you’ve been standing in a line for a long time, you get very familiar with the backs of the heads of the people in front of you, so it is easy to recognize when someone new enters the mix.

I say nothing at first, but exchange a glance with my wife. We both know what the other is thinking. I did however take a moment to snap a quick photo for Instagram.

The line progresses for about another ten minutes, the whole while these three newcomers do their very best to merge with the actual line, but never quite get there. Then it happens, the girl in the hat makes her move. She nudges ahead of the woman in front of me and as she is about to open her mouth to place an order, I politely lean forward and say to her, “Don’t you think it would make more sense if you were actually in line?”

Now, imagine any random teenage girl using her very best “How dare you speak to me, don’t you know I am a teenage girl and have an attitude?” tone of voice. This was what she said:

“I’ve been in line the whole time!”

I’m not entirely sure what “the whole time” means. Does she contend that she has been in the line since the gates opened at the event, because that would have placed her there a good four and a half hours earlier. No, my sense is that she was caught very much off guard and said the first lie that came to mind. Either way, it is at this point that I hit record on my camera.

Unfortunately, what you don’t get to see/hear is the woman in front of me politely explaining to the girls the fact that she was behind the boy who was behind the girl who was behind the woman… basically a condensed history of the previous six orders and how the girls in question were at no point in the actual line during the process. You also miss the bit after I stop recording when the girl in the red shirt starts dropping F bombs. Sorry.

Anyway, you get the general idea.

The moral of the story?

Don’t be rude. You never know who’s going to have their finger on the record button.

*Due to the concern that targeted harassment might come upon the subjects of this article, who are minors, the author has chosen to remove the video and obscure the above photo. Please feel free to comment in the comment section of the original article.