Excuse me? Sir? Excuse me! This is a line here. We’re standing in line. (Pause) I know you have a gold card, we all have gold cards in this line. This isn’t some new age party game, it’s a line. (Pause) Oh, OK, no problem, an honest mistake. (His eyes follow the interloper making his way to the back of the line, past him) I’m curious though, you came in here, you saw all these people standing in line and you thought—what?—Oh, look at all those people standing in line. I’ll just cut in front of them, fuck them.

Hey, you know what? FUCK YOU! (Pause) Watch my language? Watch my language? You walk in here, treat me like shit on your shoe and you want me to watch my language? You know what you are, pal? You’re the kind of person when they have those soccer games in Europe a riot breaks out and everybody’s rushing for the gates, you’re the one who steps on some baby’s windpipe.

No, no. You know who you are? You’re the kind of person who, when a plane crashes in the Andes and the survivors are freezing and starving to death, you’re the guy who starts chewing on someone’s leg!

But why should you care what I have to say? You’re never going to see me again. I’m nothing to you. Just one more anonymous human being in your way. I could drop dead at your feet right now, and you’d just step right over me: “Oh lucky day, an extra space in line!”

(Dials the phone again, but then can’t help himself; he turns.)