So yesterday Dad and I were in line at Dairy Queen (cause I wanted a banana blizzard don'tchakno) and this guy just pulls in front of us in line and cuts his way in. I was absolutely furious. UNTIL I remembered being about seven and my Pawpa bringing me to that very same Dairy Queen and driving his truck up onto the sidewalk and running other customers out of the line so I didn't need to stand in the rain. My anger dissipated with that memory. Sometimes people do crazy things for what they think are perfectly acceptable reasons.











