I don’t know what it is. No matter_____ I go to a post office and no matter where the post office is, I always find____
__ (me) standing in line behind someone who has a lot of business to do.
One day, I had to buy a couple of stamps, but I had to wait behind an old lady who took fifteen minutes_______(finish) a form that a child could do in one minute.___
____( feel) that I could not stand waiting in such a line any longer, I decided to join___
____ one. It seemed twice as ___
___as the first line, but at least it was moving. It turned out to be the worst choice I had ever made. As soon as I ___
__(lose)my place in the first line, the one I joined slowed to a stop. I had no choice__
__ to wait behind a schoolboy who was taking half an hour to choose a new set of postcards. At last it was my turn. I nearly jumped for joy. Then the clerk behind ___
___ counter, a middle-aged fat guy, stood up, pushed forward a printed sign saying “Position Closed” and ____
___(say) without a smile, “Sorry, going to lunch.”