me and 2 friends went this past sat for "chicken and rice", and the line was ofcourse quite long. All 3 of us were hungry, tired, the whole works, anxious to get our food. I made a bold move (which I originally felt bad about) and attempted to cut in line, and was able to successfully do so, in front of 3 egyptian kids, none the less. They didnt say anything at first, but as the line kept progressing, and it became more apparent that I had made my place in the line, if thats waht u would call it, it was more of a mess, they tried to politely hint that people shouldnt cut, and move to the bak of the line HAHAHAHA, that didnt work, then they started cursing me out, still I paid them no mind, as bad as I felt about cutting in front of these guys. Got in line, got my 7 platters to go (extras-sunday brunch), took about a good 10 minutes scarfing it all down, went bak to the car parked illegally on 53rd, then I went bak up to get some napkins, and I noticed the girl who was in back of me in my original position all the way in the bak of the line still hadn't gotten her food yet. Whatever guilt I had originally placed upon myself was gone. Cutting in line is soo worth it, especially with desi people, cuz we dont know how to make a straight line as it is.