Mail boxes ona road. The mail person goes by putting mail in each one. After he/she has moved off, Alice about 18 walks quickly up her driveway to her mail box. Once she has reached her mail box, Sandra about 70 walks to her mail box as Alice frantically goes through her mail.
Sandra: Did it come?
Alice: Oh! You jumped me a little. [Finishing going through the mail a second time] No. The letter didn't come.
Sandra: [Taking out her mail and looking through it] Oh, don't worry, dear.
Pause. Alice puts her mail back into her mail box.
Alice: What if it doesn't come?
Sandra: You're a bright girl Al, they'd be crazy not to let you in. Of course it will come.
Alice: Yeah...
Sandra: [Looking up from her mail and at Alice] It will come, sweetie. Say it.
Alice: It will come.
Sandra: There now go back in the house and relax.
Alice: Okay...
Sandra: And make sure not to tackle the mail man tomorrow. You were better today, but I still worry for his safety.
Sandra winks and the two of them return to their houses.
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The last line made me laugh - regardless of whether or not she actually tackles him (ie. the wink)
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