This ride down, we meandered to the photo desk and I managed to almost get into a fistfight with a little Malaysian man. He REFUSED to wait in the line. I said, Excuse me, the line is here... The photo people said, Sir, Sir you need to go over and get in the line. Blank stare. I say (while pantomiming), the line, over there, you GET IN, move, hellooooo?
Nothing. I get nothing.
It was hot. There were ALOT of us waiting and I almost lost it. Im not proud.
He was still standing at the counter being ignored when I was paid and gone. Oh well. Sometimes, I think Im just too worried about the rules....