Poor Shog has succumbed to the Cold of Endless Coughing, so I went forth for the appropriate meds. There were a lot of people in line, many of whom appeared unwell, so no one was happy when some hacking jerk cut in front of everyone and asserted that he was "too sick to wait." Before anyone could even think of objecting, the checker became our hero by refusing to serve the man.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to wait your turn," he said, as he turned away to fetch a prescription order—and then the line-jumper actually went to the back of the line!
It may not seem like much to celebrate, but I was ecstatic. All too often, checkers do serve line-jumpers, and it's infuriating.