Joe - 1, Bitch - 0
This morning a woman brazenly cut into the front of a long checkout line at the place where I pick up breakfast, bullying the cashier into waiting on her. Speaking for the rest of the customers, I told her that her manners were "as brittle as her fried dye-job". Don't you love it when you don't walk away thinking, "Ooh, I shoulda said...."? Still, I suppose I should feel guilty.