Sorry, but try this variation. You have number 278. You've been waiting half an hour and your frozen foods are defrosting. They finally call number 277, and he gets up there and starts his order...
Then his brother in law sidles over and gives his order to 277, who passes that on to the clerk...
Then his sister comes in and gives her order to him, and her order gets filled...
Then his MOTHER, for cryin' out loud, walks over and gets her order filled while your ice cream is turning into soup...
And so on, and so on, etc. until his 20 or so family members and friends and mailmen and lodge brothers and Brazilian hockey fans have had their orders filled and your frozen steak is warm enough to be served as "rare."
It just isn't fair to everyone else behind you to hold a place for someone who's never even been on queue. That's it. I don't care how you try to present it, it's not fair.
Sorry, talk to the

...
"If you're going to make a big deal of someone "cutting" you in line on YOUR vacation, then fine, but your day is the one that ends up being ruined..."
...say the people who cut in line and want to blame it on the people doing the right thing...
There is a difference between being disgusted by reading the posts of bold line cutters-
recognizing that some of this mess is literally planned in advance
(brucerobo "... I think my family comes first...") which is distasteful at best
and displays a disturbing selfish lack of conscience at worst-
and
making a shouting scene and allowing it to ruin your day-
something that few people would do, even if they were in the 'right'.
I would not let anything ruin my day in any situation.

It's not worth getting in a state...
I think most line cutting can be discouraged by simply taking up all the space in your own width of the line and developing a sudden lack of understanding the English language or sudden deafness,
and quietly standing up to the line bullies- because that is what they are-
bullies.
But all things being said, I am still a lady in the south and if I did nothing else,
I'd probably loudly chat with the offender using my very best southern manners,
"Why hello, darlin'... are you havin' a good time here in MK?
Oh, well, I see, well, of
course you want to join your friends at the front, who wouldn't?
What were you doin' instead of standing in line, sugar?
Oh yes, I understand- y'all have much better things to do than stand in line behind little ole me...
well, that wouldn't have been my choice, but...
why, bless your heart, honey... just bless your little heart!

Y'all go on and have a real good time now... bless your little hearts!"
And then as they move up the line I'd have to add for good measure
"Y'all, we'll just have to look over them, some folks haven't got any home trainin'
Back in grandpa's day we'd have kept them upstairs...."
Now some of y'all have no clue, but y'all from the south know exactly what I mean...
