INT. DAY. LIVING ROOM

2 OLD LADIES ARE SITTING AND TALKING.

O.L.1: My winter fuel payment has just arrived.

O.L.2: I haven’t even got mine yet.

O.L.1: How’s that new carer doing?

O.L. 2: She’s no sooner in ‘til she’s away again.

O.L. 1: I know, they’ve no time for us old folk.

THE OLD LADIES HEAR BOOMING MUSIC AND LOOK OUT THE WINDOW TO SEE A CONVERTIBLE WITH GANG MEMBERS DRIVING PAST.

O.L.1: Damn, that’s gangsta.

O.L.2: True dat.

ENDS.