Int. Kitchen
Mr Mace - an old man - is sat at a table reading the paper and drinking tea. A gardener enters from outside.
Gardener:
Mr Mace, I'm finished now. I've raked the garden and tidied up a bit, so that's £15 for the hour.
Mr Mace spits his tea out.
Mr Mace:
Fifteen pounds?! Can't you see I'm a pensioner?! Or is that your thing? Getting off on pensioners freezing to death and being eaten by wolves!
Gardener:
Well you did sign the quote approval, so...
Mr Mace:
Let's take a look at this daylight robbery.
Mr Mace gets up, shuffles over to the window and looks out.
Mr Mace:
This is preposterous! Absolutely preposterous!
Gardener:
What?
Mr Mace:
You've dumped a load of wood at the bottom of my garden!
Gardener:
Where?!
Mr Mace:
Don't pretend you can't see it! There's practically an army of woodlice marching towards it! (POINTS WILDLY)
Gardener:
That's your fence.
Mr Mace:
You should be ashamed of yourself. A poor old pensioner who can't even afford his arthritis medication and you're trying to fleece me of £12.50!
Gardener:
Now look here, pensioners get their medication for free and we agreed £15!
Mr Mace:
Oh I can't take any more of your trickery, you absolute brute! You've won, ok? You've won! Here's your beloved £5, now get out of my house and leave me to eat nothing but crackers for a month!
Mr Mace throws a five pound note at the gardener.
Gardener:
Why don't you pay instalments? A fiver next week and the week after?
Mr Mace:
And the week after that I'm evicted for non-payment of rent and eventually get picked up by the police for performing sexual favours underneath a bridge!
Gardener:
Ok, I've had enough! Keep your £5! I'm going!
The gardener put the five pound note on the table and walks out.
Mr Mace:
Surprised he didn't ask for a tip!
ENDS