You are waiting in line with eight other people at the post office. Four people at the windows all seem to sending packages to Mars or Jupiter. A lady walks in, sees the line, and decides she cannot wait to get an answer to her question. She stands at the back of the waiting area, waving frantically, trying to get the attention of any of the postal employees hehind the bulletproof glass.
“Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me! I need a passport right away! Excuse me!”
“Ma’am!” one of the employees yells back. “Passports take four to six weeks! Please wait in line.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she yells and storms out.