No cut-zies: An Ode to the American Second grader in me

So I do most of my interneting(if this isn't actually a word I'm going to pull an George W. and use it anyway) at the local computer club. This is a place that makes most of its money off of phtocopying and young boys playing video games. Lately I have been here alot with all of my projects, many days a week. And whenever my pupils come in they stand over my shoulder and watch what I am doing for several minutes. Now I have been in this country for a long time and have gotten used to many things. I never leave the house with out toilet paper and don't even expect privacy when doing the thing that causes one to need toilet paper. I buy most anything from food to furniture out of doors and I would never wear shoes in doors. But there are two things that I will never get used to: people cutting in line and children staring at my private email account (which Ihor from the 5th grade is doing as I type this).
Today I went to the post office becasue it is Tuesday and I go to the post office every Tuesday. Its my thing. But today I went during the 20 minute break from classes as usual and there was a line of 7 or 8 people in front of me. All I have to do is ask for my mail and the lady goes in the back room and gets it, it takes thirty seconds. I figure I can wait in this line and have just engough time to get back to school, accross the street, for the third lesson. But the line gets long, How? you might ask...people go to the front of it. This doesn't seem to bother anybody else. They all wait. This happens everywhere, not just the post office and I have figured a few things out about Ukrainian society becasue of it. In a communist society if someone else needs something more or is going to be quick it is better for everyone that they not get frusterated waiting for it. also I think that in America we try to respect other peoples space and lives and if someone got there before me they planned better and deserve to go in front of me, this concept does not exsist here. Atleast this is what I percieve.
And the teller who does not care about her job, because it was chosen for her, just helps the person in front of her with a scowl on her face.
I waiting patiently hoping to get my mail but not expecting it. I give myself a little talk everytime I go to the post office, internet or to buy a train ticket it goes like this: I fully acknowledge that this may not work or go my way. If it does not it will be okay. I will be fine.

I know this makes me sound like I should be taking slow deep breaths out of a paper bag, but in as unpredictible a place as I live it is important to manage one's own expectations, especially if I am not going to be pushing my way to the front of lines.
And I am through this whole experience thinking to my self "No Fair! No Cut-zies!" Like I am in elementary school or something. Eventually another teacher from the school come in and asks what I am doing. I explain that I am waiting for my mail. And she walks up to the front of the line and asks for it for me. The ornary lady behind the counter hands it to me.
I have tried to thin what might happen if someone did that in the US and I honestly can't even picture it.