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live and in person today at the nail salon. On a mother/daughter pair. The one with the new Sig design even had the icky siggy lining. Wish I'd gotten a pick of the actual bags but figured that would be obvious. Picks came from fakes website 
A little wicked, yes. And yes, Tracksuit did turn around and give me the Stare of Death. But clearly she wasn't going to be swayed from cutting the line, so I had to hit her where it hurts - her handbag! 
So I don't have a picture, but I do have a rather entertaining story!
I was in line at the DMV today, and, as many of you know, their lines do not move fast. After about 60 minutes of waiting, I was finally next in line to be served, ahead of a mother with her two teenage boys, one of whom had just received his learner's permit and was waiting to take a photo and an eye test.
All of a sudden, a surly looking woman in a tracksuit, carrying a horrible fake Coach sig print bag, marches in from nowhere and stands directly in front of me. Wait, what?
I make eye-contact with the mother behind me, and we silently exchange "Is this really happening?" looks. Being alone (and quite non-confrontational), I wasn't going to say anything, but the mother behind me sure as heck was.
"Excuse me, but you have to wait in line," she said, gesturing to the 30 or so people queued behind us.
"No!" Tracksuit Lady snapped. "I was told to come to the front of the line!"
"I don't think so, everybody has to wait in line," the mother of the boys continued politely, but firmly.
"No! Listen, if you want to talk to the examiner I was just with, he told me to come to the front!"
"Are you sure he didn't mean the front area?" The mother asked, gesturing to the area where the line had accumulated.
"No." Tracksuit Lady then turned, and refused to acknowledge the mother any further.
I was now enraged. Even if it was the case that she was told to bypass the line (which I seriously doubted, as I had not seen anyone do that in the hour that I had been waiting), there was surely a more polite way to inform people.
The mother turned to me and said (in a voice loud enough for Tracksuit to hear), "Some people are so ignorant."
"Sometimes ignorance can't be helped. I mean, look at that fake Coach bag she's carrying. They're not even C's, they're E's."
