(A woman cuts in line at the post office)
Rube: Afternoon ladies. Are you two old friends?
Cutter: Eh, her daughter is in my son's class.
Rube: I have a question for you. Is everyone in this line an a**hole?
Cutter: Eh, excuse me?
Rube: Is everyone you just cut in front of an a**hole?
Cutter: Eh, no.
Rube: So its just you then.
Cutter: I have children in the car.
Rube: I have a cake in the oven. He's got three minutes left on the meter, she's got a lunch meeting. We all have a finite amount of time. Now get in the back of the line. And don't use your children like that — it's shameful.
Cutter: Ehh. (Goes to back of line)
(Everyone in line claps)