Confusion at Greendale

 

"Good morning, Mrs Goggins!"

 

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

 

"Postman Pat!"

 

"Nope, doesn't ring a bell."

 

"I come here every day to collect the mail."

 

"I've never seen you before in my life."

 

"Oh I see, you're joking. Good one, Mrs Goggins!"

 

"Mrs who?"

 

"Alright that's enough now, Mrs Goggins. Can I have the mail now?"

 

"Wait a minute... you think this is a post office?"

 

"That's right, the same post office I come to every day (except on Sundays)."

 

"You are either delusional or mad (which amounts to the same thing really)."

 

"I don't understand your big words."

 

"This isn't a post office."

 

"If it isn't a post office, Mrs Goggins-"

 

"Stop calling me that!"

 

"Erm... okay... what is it then?"

 

"It's an adult shop."

 

"What's that, Mrs G-?"

 

"Jessica."

 

"Jessica."

 

"You don't need to know."

 

"Why not?"

 

"I have a feeling you would have no interest in purchasing any of our wares."

 

"Again, big words."

 

"I don't think you'd want to buy anything."

 

"I might."

 

"Okay."

 

Mrs G-... Jessica unlocked the cabinet under the till and presented Postman Pat with a selection of personal paraphernalia.

 

"Aaaaagghhh!" said Postman Pat, as he fled the shop.