How does one grow to be self-important?

I briefly wondered if I had angered a god.

It started, as these things do, in a line.
As I slowly made my way to the front,
to the glory of conducting this small business,
I enjoyed the peaceful natures of strangers about.
All of us accepting the civility of the wait.

At last, my patience recognized, I had arrived.
Collected, prepared by the time spent shuffling,
I looked up, the smile, and greeting, called for
upon my face and lips,
where they died an instant death.
For my journey had ended with one of them,
the discontented wielder of the small power
that my patient walk conveyed.

Alas, in these moments, there is no god.