BUS STOP - Weather
Two people are standing at a bus stop in a small country town. SCHOOL LADY (older lady, slightly hunched over with big hair). THINKER (young, good looking man, dressed smart).
They are not talking but comfortable in each others presence. UPDATES approaches (plain young man, a little bit simple perhaps)
UPDATES
(overly cheering for early in the morning)
Morning
SCHOOL LADY
Morning
THINKER does not reply and he just rolls his eyes showing his contempt for UPDATES
UPDATES
(Too excitedly for the topic)
It's not nice this morning.Apparently we are to get some severe weather
THINKER turns his head away
THINKER
(really low whisper)
Oh. My. God
THINKER
(internal voice)
Who the hell says that? Who says severe weather? Weather forecasters, that's who. John Kettley, Sian Lloyd, Michael Fish - although he didn't that was the problem, even pre Gladiators Ulrika Johnson, she would have said that. Is he any of them? No! Just say..it looks like we're in for a shitty day, like a normal person
SCHOOL LADY
Oh?
THINKER
(internal voice)
Oh? Fucking Oh? Are you not outside? Have you not changed your calendar to winter? Did you just decide to dress up in your old lady cold weather apparel without realising? Oh? Don't encourage the twat
SCHOOL LADY
Oops, almost forgot to post this
SCHOOL LADY produces a tiny letter from her big granny bag as if by magic and begins to "run" across the road to the post box
THINKER
(Internal voice)
Honestly, why is she running? She'd get there much faster without doing the old lady run. Less likely to fall over and get run over too. Mind you, with that barnet, any vehicle knocking into her would be bounced more than a kid on Jim'll Fix It's knee. Surely that's at least a can of Silvekrin hairspray a day...
