24. ‘Q’ JUMPERS
Boy oh boy! I had a serious run in with my anger today. After a 2 hour bus ride back to Malaysian customs, what do I find? A snaking long queue bigger than the world’s biggest anaconda!
And to top it off there were these Q jumpers. (And noooo, it’s not a new national sport) It’s those pesky gnats who grab any opportunity (besides other people’s balls) to cut the queue.
Suddenly I just ranted. My inner ‘dick’ was taking over!
I wrenched super bitchin’ dyn-O-mite from the mute, powerless atmosphere and created a verbal mosh pit of why Q jumpers just needed to jump right back where they belong: In the cesspools of impatience, right at the end, where all of us began in the first place.
And those darned fossilized uniformed officers processing the passports didn’t even do anything to nip that swarm in the bud, so I decided a legal citizen’s shout out was in due order. Too bad for them I didn’t bring my pacifier with me today.
Awwwwww! Sewww sadddd…..
But hey! SOMEBODY’S gotta give birth to some discipline around here. And Q jumpers are not welcome!