Sitting in the drive-thru line this morning
Waiting for my turn to merge into the queue
When a young lady cut me off to go in first
And my reaction was wasn’t I here before you?
What makes us react to the actions around us
Isn’t there an unwritten rule to take a turn
Would she stop if I tried to force the issue
Is something of her heritage I should learn.
Common courtesy was lost with common sense
We’ve become a society of ‘me first’ today
Maybe I’m just getting older and see clear
I find I shake my head with little to say.
So I took that stance the she was just young
That she was so self-absorbed she couldn’t see
Now as I write, I pause to look back and smile
Maybe she and I both just needed morning coffee.
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