I was standing in a long line of people waiting to get their passports checked before departing Auckland to the USA. A man pushed into the line ahead of me. People around me sighed and muttered, but no-one did anything. This triggered my "if no-one else is willing to act, it's up to me" instinct, so I started a conversation:
Roc: Shouldn't you go to the back of the line?
Man: I'm in a hurry to get to my flight.
There are only two flights to the USA in the immediate future and AFAIK neither of them is imminent.
Roc: Which flight are you on?
Man: What's the big deal? I'm hardly going to slow you down.
Roc: But it's rude.
Man: So what do you want me to do?
Roc: I want you to move to the back of the line.
Man: You're going to have to make me.
At that point I couldn't think of anything to say or do so I let it go. It turned out that he was on my flight and it would have been unpleasant if he'd ended up sitting next to me.
I was a bit shocked by this incident, though I probably shouldn't have been. This kind of unapologetic rudeness is not something I encounter very often from strangers in face-to-face situations. I guess that means I'm fortunate. Surprisingly I felt quite calm during the conversation and only felt rage later.
Embarrassingly-much-later, it dawned on me that Jesus wants me to forgive this man. I am now making the effort to do so.