Carol Chadbond leant on the counter by the till, chewing gum, and gazed at the customers in the shoe shop. There were only two: a young girl and her mother. They had been (32) 1234 on shoes for twenty minutes, unable to agree on anything. The girl wanted something expensive and fashionable, (33) 1234 the mother wanted something cheap and practical. Carol watched them argue and thought how bored she was.
She wished she hadn't agreed to stand in for Julie on a Saturday morning. She could be out with her friends now, drinking coffee and gossiping instead of waiting for people to (34) 1234 their minds up. The mother came over with a shoe in her hand.
'I wonder if you have this in a size 4," she said. Carol took the shoe and smiled the automatic smile she (35) 1234 for customers.
'I'll go and have a look. Won't be a minute,' she said and went into the storeroom. She quickly found the shoes, then sat on a stool, hoping to waste a few minutes by (36) 1234 to look for the shoes. She thought about her plans for that evening. She was looking forward to going to the cinema and seeing her favourite actor's latest film. Realising that she hadn't invited Amy, she got out her mobile and quickly dialled the number. It rang twice before Amy answered.
'Hi, it's me!' Carol said. 'Guess what? I'm at work. Listen, what are you doing later?'
Soon, Amy was telling Carol all about what had happened the night before and who had said what to whom. Forgetting where she was, Carol got more and more (37) 1234 in the conversation, crying 'Really?' and "I don't believe it!" at the more interesting moments in the story. A low cough came from the door of the storeroom. Carol looked up to see the woman customer standing there with a very annoyed (38) 1234 on her face. Even worse, the shop manager, Mrs Lewis, was standing right behind her.
'Erm ... I'll call you back,' Carol said into the phone, and hung (39) 1234 . Somehow, she had the feeling that she might not have to work the following Saturday morning.