Oh. My. God. Do you really have to fight who was next in line? The lady is with her kids. As well as you. Just let the lady go and buy her candy. Honestly, I could have put in my two cents but didn’t want to get my face kicked in (ironic) so I let them duke it out. It was an unbelievably short fight as the lady (who thought she was right) approached my counter. This is the best part. While the screaming is fun to watch, it’s even more fun to serve the first of the two. The lady starts and huffing and puffing with me, telling me how people can’t see or are wrong or whatever the crap is their problem. It’s the holidays and I thought people should be happier. Beats me why they aren’t. Maybe they didn’t get their kid on that soccer team that would have given the family more status. I don’t know. Anyways, I take my time. I smile and then I go incredibly slow. If you’re going to make everyone’s day horrible, I’ll make sure you regret it. Almost like, you got in line first but then got the employee who doesn’t know the first thing about her job. Haha, joke’s on you!