On the way back from Costa Rica I land in Miami. As I'm entering customs I realize that the line is gonna take FOREVER!!! It is MASSIVELY LONG!!! So while contemplating about how miserable I'm gonna be in this line I glance over to my left and see a sign:
"HANDICAPPED INDIVIDUALS AND THOSE WHO NEED ASSISTANCE"
There is nobody there, not one person waiting in this area where I'm sure there is hardly ever a line.
The wheels in my head start turning.
I limp over to the lady near the line, dragging my right leg behind me.
Me: Excuse me, ma'am.
Lady: Yessir
Me: I injured my knee recently. Is there anyway I could possibly use this line?
Lady: WHY OF COURSE SWEETIE! Here, let me help you. You just walk right this way and you can see this gentlemen here, he will help you out.
I wait 2 minutes for the customs guy to finish with his current individual, then I step in, ahead of EVERYONE. That's right, I don't see my own customs guy, I get to CUT THE LINE, in front of ALLLLLLLL the people who have been waiting FOREVVVVVVER!! As I finish up with customs I drag my leg behind me for what seemed like an eternity until I turn the corner and exit into the next room...where I immediately haul ass to my connecting flight.
LOL..
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