Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Today, I went to donate blood and encountered a typical situation. Some woman tried to cut in line, claiming she needed to redo her test because the first one failed. Then, immediately after her, another woman appeared, saying her child was sick. So, I told them that everyone always has some kind of reason, but they shouldn't assume their reasons are more important than others. At that point, some other amazing woman started lecturing me about how some people have small reasons and others have big reasons (very interesting) and that they need to find something within themselves. Well, I also put her in her place, and a minute later, the line finally reached me. Suddenly, it turned out that one of the girls who had been standing there for a while had a temperature of +38. People were telling her to go ahead, to be next, and so on, but I still didn't let her cut in front of me. It's like in the CIS countries – sometimes you get lucky with teammates and no lag, and sometimes you don't. I probably came across as a complete jerk and not a gentleman at all to those people, but there's nothing I can do about it.