Who Deserves to Go Next?

It was suppose to be a quick trip.  I needed feathers for a science co-op project.  While I was there, I wanted to peruse the fabric selections.

Leaving the fabric section, I headed to the cashier at the front of the store.  A small line had formed behind the one open check out station. 

People ignored the 'wait here for service' sign and crowded the customers paying.  The cashier glancing up, now saw a growing line snaking past a few aisles.  Annoyed people started to hassle the cashier.  She picked up her phone and called for help. 

Minutes passed.  The line grew longer.  It reached the back near the fabric section.  Toes tapped.  Impatience rose.  People sighed.  Silently, I waited among them.  Clutching my one bag of feathers, wondering if the wait was worth it. 

Not being comfortable with people hovering over me when I paid, I didn't want to do it to others.  So, when I reached the 'wait here for service' sign, I stopped.  However, there was still two other people ahead of me, crowding behind the current customer. 

Another cashier opened.  "Next," she called out. 

Trying to get the attention of those in front of me, I say, "Ma'am, there's a register open."  They did not hear.

From behind me, a woman loudly calls out, "They don't deserve to go next!  They weren't waiting where they were suppose to."  She nudges me with her cart, wanting me to move. 

I remain still, trying to comprehend.  Is this seriously happening? 

Ignoring the calls from behind, I try again.  "Excuse me, Ma'am, there is another register open."  It is only fair.  Justice that she be served next.  It was her turn.  This time she hears and hustles over. 

Sighs and grunts echoed behind me.  I hear another utter, "They don't deserve that." 

I want to call out, Who does?  Who deserves to be next?  Who deserves anything? 
Are we not all blessed beyond what we deserve? 
Is that not, in fact, what a blessing is, getting something that we don't deserve?

But I don't.  I remain silent, trying to stand my ground, waiting as another register opens and it is my turn.