Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Today, I went to pay my "blood tax," and a typical situation arose. Some woman tried to cut in line, claiming she needed to retake the 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 it doesn't mean their reasons are more important than others. At that point, some amazing woman (a different one) started telling me something 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 a girl who had been standing there for some time 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. Probably, to those people, I seemed like a complete boor and far from a gentleman, but there's nothing I can do about it.