"Is Chris in there?"
"Chris. You know Chris. He in there?"
"I have no idea. The line is over there. Please wait in it."
"Oh no. You know Chris. He wears a plaid hat. Is he in there?" She was all of 100lbs soaking wet. "I'm here to save him from getting his ass kicked."
"Then no, he's not in here." I have no idea who Chris is.
"Listen, if your lying to me then that's just rude. All I want to do is go in and get him and pull him out of here."
"That's nice. All I want is for you to go wait in the line right over there." I point to the end of the line that is about half a block away.
"Really? Your going to make me wait in this line? I'm not attractive?"
"I'll answer yes, you decide which question I'm answering." At this point I figured the whole Chris story was bullshit anyways. Seeing as how it went from concern for her friend to whether or not she's attractive.
"So I can go in?"
"You didn't ask if you could. Go wait in line."
Often times people make up such random stories to see if they can skip lines. It's never really made much sense to me. Often times it's so easy to trip people up in their own stories. Names change in mid story or they just change it entirely because they see it's not working. Granted, if the story is entertaining enough it works sometimes. Especially if it brings me out of a state of boredom for a minute.
"Really? I have to wait?"
"Yep. Just like all these other people."
She sighed, rolled her eyes, turned and walked away. She walked towards the end of the line and kept going around the block.
Her friend Chris must have been really important to her.
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