It was almost 10pm. My hands were full, carrying my purse, my shopping bags, dinner, and the fatigue from work. I wanted in and out quick, and needed to deposit money. I entered POSB, and headed for the cash deposit machines. There was a single file line for two functioning machines. Taking my place in the queue, I plugged in into Castle. Minutes passed, and I was next in line.

It was then that out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man in his 40s come stand beside me. I turned to look, catching his eye, and was slightly bewildered as to why he was obviously cutting the queue when there was about.. five others behind me? I looked at the other people in the queue behind me, expecting some sort of reaction from them. They just gave me this blank look. Now, at this point, I'd normally just brush it off. Definitely feel annoyed, but not enough to push me over the edge to stage a confrontation. Didn't really affect me anyway since I was next in line.

However, that night, something pushed me over the edge. Technically, there was nothing wrong with his actions, because there should have been two separate queues since there were two machines. But I was angry at how he just presumptuously cut the queue and took advantage of everyone's.. courtesy? So I tapped him, and said "Mr, you're cutting the queue." Next thing I knew, this man flew off the handle and replied, very loudly, about the fact that there's "TWO MACHINES WHAT AND NO ONE IS QUEUING HERE". He practically shouted, and made damn sure everyone in that room heard. Getting really riled, I reasoned with him, to which he exclaimed "Aiyahhhh, I know its cause you scared I cut your queue, just say lah, I LET YOU GO FIRST"

Yep, this fucker made it about me. Now it's personal. That was obviously not my agenda, so I said "Its my turn next, why do I need to be scared? It's just that its unfair to everyone else!" To which he just repeatedly made sarcastic remarks like "Ya ya, just say la" What a douche?! By then, one of the ladies at the machine had left, so I said "Fine, I don't want to argue with you." because it was really pointless. He never saw himself as being in the wrong and was using volume to put him in a higher position.

I moved ahead to the deposit machine, the old man remained at the back and kept making comments about "Right, right a not? Two lines what, walau eh" Holy shit, he was never going to stop. But despite that, he kept letting other people in the queue go first, so maybe he did feel a little guilty.

Obviously I would never have reasoned successfully with such a self-entitled person, but there's always the passive aggressive route. He was next in line if I left my machine, so I took the liberty to also return his lack of consideration and separate my $300 deposits into 6 separate deposits of $50, just to kill time. Before I left, I also threw him a scathing glare.

I did not immortalize this story to say that I had the last say in this argument. Its just, that night, I felt something in me change. It was slight, minor, a tiny bud of change. I don't know what it is else, but in due course, I will find out.