'Unless he's [next in line], it really doesn't matter': Entitled wife tries to pull her husband's rank to cut the line, gets shut down by a sassy desk attendant

If you're married to the biggest fish in the pond, does that make you a big fish too? The lady in our next story, learned very quickly that rank no longer matters when it's busy season at the gift-wrapping station; you're just another body in a long line of people waiting for the catch of the day. 

For those of us who respect the queueing process–ie: those of us who will willingly line up and politely wait our turn–the order of the line is sacred. The first in line is the first one who gets helped by the customer service rep at the desk. Well, for the impatient and entitled wife in our next story, she thought she could waltz to the front of a very long line, pull rank with the front desk attendant, and be on her way faster than she could say, 'Do you know who my husband is?'

Well, well, well lil' Missy, at the Base Exchange gift-wrapping station where u/NancyLouMarine was working, you're not just 'somebody's wife', you're a nobody who refused to take a number and wait your turn. Scroll for the entire tale of ruthless manners and satisfying entitlement squashing.