I believe that cutting lines is a just and righteous crusade. Throughout history, many great people have sacrificed their lives for moral honesty, suggesting that for them moral character holds higher value than even life. Every time we cut lines, we are basically subjecting ourselves to moral martyrdom. Not only that, but we also run the risk of frowning eyebrows, contemptuous sneers, and judgmental gazes piercing into our very souls. Icy is the voice commanding us to go to the back, flaming our faces as we march silently, eyes on our feet, to our unlucky fate.

So why? If we stand to lose so much personally, why do we still cut lines? What makes line cutters truly noble is that we never think for ourselves. You might say, “Hey, what about those people you harmed by cutting in front of them?” I admit that I am committing a sin against those people; yet, I readily bear those sins upon my back. Just like how a single parent would fight through hell to put food on the table, our line cutting is motivated by nothing but an unadulterated and unconditional love. Have you ever seen a table praise a first waiter for being early? No, without a word they start gulping down the food we have so tediously wrought for them. 

We get no praise, no acknowledgement of our martyrdom. Yet we never complain. We bear the ignorance of our children and continue to toil because that’s who we are. From the moment we decide to shed our integrity for our table, we have given them our purest love. Fellow line cutting comrades, we can finally be line cutters and proud!