This happened a few months ago. My dad and I had just landed back home after visiting abroad. It was already a hell of a day, where I had a head-cold, and the layover flight lost my luggage. After filling out that paperwork, we got in line for customs and immigration, which had substantially filled-up during the time I was filling the paperwork out for my lost luggage, and had continued to explode shortly thereafter. After about a minute of waiting in line, and about 100 other people jumping in line after us, a pretty, white, never-had-to-buy-herself-a-drink girl scampers up to us and goes (she was Eastern-European with a heavy accent) something to the effect of "Can I get in line with my friend? Thanks." Doesn't even wait for a response, nothing. My dad and I stood in disbelief for a moment before he chides "Well, did you check with everyone else if that was okay?" And she (line-cutter) goes "No, it's okay, I don't have to really ask, it's fine." And I go "It's really not fine, you just cut in front of all these people." Her friend (another pretty white British girl, who we could understand much better) went "If your wife was in the bathroom, wouldn't you have held her spot for her?" to which I responded "We're not in line for ice cream here." and my dad adds "Just turn around," as he was tired of hearing me bitch about my luggage (I was furious about it, compounded with my fever, etc.), and now had run out of energy to argue with these entitled cunts. When we were about to get checked-in, an officer pulled line-cutter aside and sent her to the back of the line. It was awesome. So fucking awesome.