You're not clever

when you cut into the right, turn-only lane so you can pass all the other stopped cars and then cut in again in front of the line, because your time is obviously so much more important than everyone else's. No, you're an asshole.

when in the Admiral's Club you take the laptop table from its place in front of the seat where my briefcase is sitting because I'm off fetching a drink and a snack for my obviously broken-footed traveling companion. No, you're an asshole.

when you walk in front of everyone else waiting patiently in line and interrupt the clerk to announce how important your problem is. No, you're asshole.

when you pull your luggage out of the overhead rack without giving warning first, smack someone hard in the face, and then giggle and as an afterthought mumble a completely unbelievable "sorry." No, you're an asshole.

when you cut in front of a woman on a cart and almost knock her over because where you're going is so very important. No, you're an asshole.


Can you tell some of my Montreal trip experiences weren't entirely positive?