Line-cutters at a resort hotel breakfast buffet

Until three days ago, I was staying at a nice resort hotel in the Philippines. There were a lot of families there from many ethnicities, as the local Cebuanos could not afford this hotel. I was in line at the omelette-making station when one woman who wasn't in line walks up to the person in front of me, and says something in their shared language, "Can I cut in behind you? It's a long line."

For brigading reasons, I'm not going to say what language it was, but suffice it to say I speak enough of that language to know what they were doing. I was surprised because, besides me, there were only four people behind me, and three people in front.

Anyway, she successfully cuts in. I was thinking of saying something but instead I got petty. She got to the front of the line, and filled up a small plate with the omelette fixings she wanted, and passed the plate to the cook. She cooks it up, no problem. Then it's my turn.

As the line-cutter's getting her omelette back, she notices that I took the crispy bacon from another station and shredded them behind her, and had added it to my omelette fixings plate. I can see the envy already, but I decide to be pettier. I ask the omelette chef in my politest voice, "May I have some cheese, please?" The line-cutter woman's eyes kinda went big when she realized she could have had cheese (which wasn't really an option at the fixings station but I'd seen others ask the day before) and bacon on her basic-ass omelette. To top it off, at least two of the people behind me started ordering the same, from what I saw. I hope it caught on. And the omelette was frigging delicious.

Take that, you line cutter.