Old George chose his food in the supermarket more carefully than NASA chose its astronauts. When he left the cashier desk, he was glad to think that he had1 80 cents today.
At the gate, the cold wind made him2his gloves. He looked for them in his coat and trousers but he could not3them anywhere. He had bought the nice black gloves years before at a (n)4price, for just$35. They were soft and comfortable. He valued them very much. He had made a great effort to5them, so they were in good condition.
George, quiet on the outside but mad on the inside, re-entered the6. He followed the same route he had walked before. Several minutes of7turned out to be in vain （徒劳）. It seemed that his8were gone. "People have changed, "he said to himself. "Years ago, if somebody picked up something lost, they would give it back. Not any more! "
He stared at anybody wearing black gloves to see if they looked like9. On his way to the dairy section, he10a lady wearing a pair of black gloves. He sped up and in three seconds was in front of her. But when the11woman looked him over, his eyes dropped, for her gloves were just far too small to be his. He went over to the cashier to12if she had received any lost gloves, but she said no. He13walked out into the street.
A few days later, poor George decided to buy another pair. Before getting on the subway, he stepped into the supermarket again. He wanted to see14by any chance his gloves had been returned to the lost and found office. "What15are they? "the woman in the office asked. "Black, "he answered. She looked into her drawer and drew out a pair of men's leather gloves. "Are they? ""Yes! They are mine, "George exclaimed, his eyes full of joy.
