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Shoe Shop |
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The assistant is a smiling, mad, middle-aged woman. A customer enters. |
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Customer |
Hello, there’s a pair of shoes in the window. |
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Assistant |
That’s right. We do it because it’s a shoe shop. |
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Customer |
They’re black lace-ups, fifteen ninety-nine. |
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Assistant |
Are they? |
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Customer |
Yeah, can I try them on? |
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Assistant |
On your feet? |
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Customer |
Yes. |
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Assistant |
All right, why not? |
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She blunders into the window and comes back with any old pair. |
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Customer |
No, sorry, the black ones, they’re a flat lace-up. |
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Assistant |
Beg pardon? |
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Customer |
Those aren’t flat. |
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She breaks the heels off. |
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Assistant |
Flatter now. |
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Customer |
But they’re red. |
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Assistant |
They are quite red, aren’t they? |
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Customer |
I want a black pair. |
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Assistant |
I know. I can never get what I want when I go shopping. |
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Customer |
They’re in the window. |
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Assistant |
Are they? |
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She runs into the window. |
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Get out! Get out! We think we’ve got hens in the skirting-board. We found droppings by the pop-sox. I think they’re droppings. Mrs Brinsley says they’re Janine’s liquorice allsorts – she won’t eat the black ones. Now what was it you wanted? |
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Customer |
No those, I want the black ones. |
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Assistant |
They’ve been swept up. You don’t think someone might come in asking for hen-droppings in a shoe-shop. |
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Customer |
Hen droppings are white – sheep droppings are black. |
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Assistant |
I don’t think we’ve got sheep in the skirting-board, unless they’re breeding them very small. They may be, with Lady Helen Windsor setting a trend for fingerless gloves. |
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Customer |
Can I try on the black lace-ups in the window? |
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Assistant |
Well you can, but everyone in the street will be able to see you. |
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Customer |
Can you get them in my size and I’ll try them on here? |
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Assistant |
All right, we’re not busy. |
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Customer |
I’m five and a half. |
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Assistant |
You’re very tall, do you take vitamins? |
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Customer |
My show size is five and a half. Do you have the black lace-ups in that size? |
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Assistant |
We might have. |
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Customer |
Can you go in the stockroom? |
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Assistant |
Yeah, I can go anywhere here, toilets, backyard, they’re very free and easy… |
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She goes off, singing ‘Look at me, I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree’. Comes back with the shoes. |
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Are these the ones? |
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Customer |
Yes. |
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Assistant |
I don’t like them. |
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Customer |
What? |
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Assistant |
Because I know this woman, and she had a pair and she got knocked down by an industrial tribunal, and the doctor says she’s to wear ponchos. |
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Customer |
I haven’t got a poncho. |
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Assistant |
Neither had she. We did a sponsored crochet but she moved to Norwich. |
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Customer |
They’re a bit tight. |
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Assistant |
Janine? Can I have your shoe horn please? |
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Janine chucks it over. The assistant scratches her back with it and chucks it back. |
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Ta. What were you saying. |
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Customer |
No, they’re too small. |
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Assistant |
You’re like me broadfooted – and are you a Taurus and can’t stick cabbage? |
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Customer |
No. |
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Assistant |
You’re not like me, then. Look, you’d better go. They don’t like me sitting down and talking in shop hours. |
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Customer |
Couldn’t I try a bigger size? |
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Assistant |
No, I’m in enough trouble as it is. You come in here asking for hen droppings, you want to get changed in the window – this is a shoe shop not a soft porn video merchant’s, and I should know because my husband runs one. Well, he’s not my husband, but he rubbed up against me in a sports jacket so he’s as good as. And it’s no good offering me used notes and trips to Bermuda because I’ve got a rare skin disease and can’t go in the sun without a Woman’s Realm on my head. So you can stuff it because I know my rights; I voted Conservative but the chappy didn’t get in because lots of people round here had to stay in and watch television that night, and I never wanted free milk anyway, I’m allergic – sores run in our family. |
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Girl goes. Janine wonders over. |
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Janine |
Wrong size? |
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Assistant |
Yes, she was like me, broadfooted. |
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Cast |
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Customer |
Victoria Wood |
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Assistant |
Julie Walters |
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Janine |
Celia Imrie |
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First shown on Victoria—Wood As Seen on TV, on BBC2 in January 1985. |
© Victoria Wood
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