INT. A NEWSAGENT’S SHOP. DAY.
A BOY OF 11 AND HIS DAD ARE LOOKING AT THE SWEET DISPLAY. DAD HAS A BIG SATURDAY NEWSPAPER, A LOAF OF BREAD AND A CAR MAGAZINE TUCKED AWKWARDLY IN HIS ARMS.
BOY:
They’re not the same, dad. Drumsticks and Refreshers are different.
DAD:
Come on Paul, let’s just take these and pay.
JANET - A SEXY WOMAN OF ABOUT 30 - IS BEHIND THEM. SHE OVERHEARS THEIR CONVERSATION AND SPEAKS TO THE BOY.
JANET:
(A LITTLE NERVOUSLY) Hi Paul.
BOY:
Oh hi. How are you?
JANET:
I’m ok. What are you doing today?
BOY:
Just shopping. My dad thinks that Drumsticks and Refreshers are the same.
JANET:
(TUTS) Really? (SHE LOOKS AT DAD, AMAZED)
DAD:
Paul, aren’t you going to introduce me to your teacher?
BOY:
She’s not my teacher dad.
DAD:
Well, one of your friend’s parents perhaps?
BOY:
No dad! (TO JANET) Sorry about him. Dad, this is Janet.
DAD:
Hi Janet, hi. How do you know Paul?
JANET:
Oh, from school.
DAD:
But I thought...
JANET:
Oh, I’m not a teacher. Paul used to be my boyfriend.
DAD STARES DISBELIEVINGLY.
JANET:
It was a while ago now, I was a lot younger. Looked a lot better in those days didn’t I Paul?
PAUL SHRUGS.
JANET:
We were in ... form C wasn’t it Paul?
BOY:
That’s it. I used to help her with her maths homework. Have you got the hang of trigonometry yet babe?
JANET:
No, no, I’m still the same I’m afraid.
BOY:
Jesus.
DAD:
Sorry, how old are you?
BOY:
I’m 11.
DAD:
Not you ... her.
BOY:
That’s rather rude dad, we tend not to ask a lady her age, and if we do, we certainly don’t refer to the lady as ‘her’. (TO JANET) I’m really sorry about him, he does this a lot when I meet friends out and about. It’s just showing off really.
JANET:
That’s ok. It’s clear to see Paul must have got his manners from his mother. Hopefully I’ll bump into her next time, and have a civil conversation. Nice to see you again. Here, let me write down my number...
BOY:
I’ve already got your number, I’ve just been busy babe.
JANET:
Oh, ok. Well, maybe I’ll see you around then. Sometime.
JANET LEAVES.
DAD:
How old was she when you went out with her?
BOY:
Eleven dad. She was in my class, and the oldest are 11.
DAD:
And when was it again?
BOY:
I can’t remember everything dad, it was a long time ago. We were in class C. She got upset when I went to Joanne Tayborne’s birthday party and wore my new sweater. You know what chicks are like.
DAD:
Yeah, right. Your mother was the same.
BOY:
I don’t think it’s really appropriate to discuss your relationship with me.
DAD:
No, of course. Sorry Paul.
BOY:
I’ll be in the car.
HE WAVES THE KEYS AT DAD AND EXITS.