Why does it break your heart when someone else interrupts you while you're in line?


I am less likely to be interrupted in line in Indonesia.

Indonesians tend to use abbreviations for everything from places and events to people's names, but in my neighborhood, Kota Kasablanka Mall is called KoKaS, Kuningan City Mall is called KunCit, and McDonald's, which everyone knows, is called McDy.

I think McDonald's "Mekudi" is excellent, but this morning I was standing in line for about a minute at a neighborhood Mekudi to have my morning set, when I was sidetracked by a group of middle school girls who looked like a basketball club, and my heart broke and I moved on to J.CO Donuts Donuts, weak...

Although it seems that the number of interruptions in line has decreased due to the improvement of public manners in Jakarta, you still get interrupted at least once or twice a month at restaurants, cafes and cash registers in malls.

I don't like waiting in line, and I prefer to eat at a good place that is not bad but not bad at all, rather than standing in line at lunch time at a "good place where you can wait in line", but if you think about it, when I was in Japan, I used to stand in line at Ramen Jiro for half an hour or so, and it was only after I came to Indonesia that I got tired of waiting in line.

And the reason why I hate waiting in line is because I'm afraid of being interrupted. More to the point, I'm afraid of the hopelessness I feel when the clerk acquiesces to my interruptions.

I'm not a person with a particularly high level of pride, and I live my life assuming the worst, but it hurts me quite a bit when I'm interfered with and allowed to do so.

When I was on a trip to India when I was a student, there was a rush of people at the ticket office, and when I was put in a situation where there was no order or anything like that, I was stunned and faint.

Unlike that, if you become the party that makes the person who ignores the rules benefit in a place where there is an inherent order, you feel like you are being double mocked by both the other party and the clerk for obeying the rules honestly and stupidly, which is probably why you get hurt.

No matter how many years I've lived in Indonesia, I still haven't developed a tolerance for being sidetracked because I was born and raised in a country like Japan where waiting in line is the norm.

Well, I live for the worst, so even if I order es teh tawar (unsweetened tea) and es teh manis (tea with sugar) is served, like my dinner tonight, I can quickly compromise and say that I don't care if it's sweet today. That's weak.....