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The Fast Track that Wasn't Fast

 You know all those times that for whatever reason you have to stand in a long queue to get something?


I know. It's terrible.


You know all those times you have to stand in a long line to get something and there is a fast track lane for special customers and circumstances?


I know. It's torture.


Watching people that came waay after you leave waay before you.


Well. I'm here to tell you what it's like on the other side of the tracks.


THE  FAST  TRACK  LANE.

From my experience, I have just one thing to say.






It was still torture.


You know when you get held up by officials because of a stupid circumstance that seems to make no sense?


Yeah, It was one of THOSE situations.


Even people on the regular lane left these before us. 


AND THEY CAME AFTER US!!!


This was even worse than the regular lane!!!


That was my experience with fast track. How was yours?


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