Some Old People Cut in Line for Brunch at O'Charley's, And We're Fucking Pissed

When all you want is some sub-par, moderately-priced breakfast that will be served quickly with a dash of Sunday morning enthusiasm, the situation can sour very quickly upon the realization that some washed-up octogenarian punks knowingly cut in front of you in line.

So what happens when the people you're taught to respect commit a socially unacceptable act that prevents you from getting your goddamn brunch when you deserve it?

You call them out. So we did.

Upon hearing the ridiculous statement,"I wonder if they'll say that we get something for free for being first in line," we responded with, "Well, it would be very odd to hear that said to someone who was second."

The disgusting glare that followed defied rationality and reason and equated to the act of spitting on a fresh grave, so we knew this fight wasn't over. We also knew that due to the fact that they had age, a shocking sense of dishonesty, and the excuse of any of the various mind-altering diseases on their side, almost nothing was going to prevent them from getting seated and served before us. 

Upon entering O'Charley's, the host greeted the scumbag social etiquette terrorists with a warm welcome and a "So were you first?" To which the brute responded, "Yes, it's our first time being first."

We said, "Well, they were first second. They were first after us. But what's the difference? Nothing to them, I guess."

So they got seated, and we stayed heated.

 

We got pretty worked up, and we released a totally warranted fire storm of Facebook fury onto the public:

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So if you're over the age of eighty and are struggling to figure out how to cheat a group of young people out of a well-deserved Sunday brunch, here's a simple how-to guide that will get those twenty-somethings all kinds of furious:

1.) Go to church.

2.) Go to O'Charley's.

3.) Walk in front of group of twenty-somethings who have been waiting in line for ten minutes.

4.) Don't budge when called out on act of cutting.

5.) Lie about line placement to hostess.

6.) Eat a nice brunch.

7.) Go to confession.

7.) Repeat.

 

What are you going to do the next time a gang of eighty-year-old miscreants tries to ruin your Sunday by cutting in front of you in the line for brunch? We want to hear your thoughts.