Three years before, I was catching a plane at Boston's Logan aerodrome and went to purchase some magazines for the flight. As I advanced the cash register, a woman approaching from another main heading got there just behind me — I thought. But when I put my cash down to yield, the woman said in a very blaring voice: “Excuse me, I was here first!” And then she repaired me with a piercing stare that said: “I understand who you are.” I said I was very sorry, but I was apparently there first. If that occurred today, ...