Do you remember Matthew Cuthbert going to Lawson's Mercantile not exactly with the intention to buy 20 pounds of brown sugar and a rake? You might need a little refreshment...
Alice Lawson: Well, Mr. Cuthbert, what can I do for you today?
Matthew: Well, now, uh... I'd like, uh... Have you got any, uh... Do you have any garden rakes?
Alice Lawson: Now, we don't carry garden rakes in the store in December, but I'll check upstairs. We may have one or two in storage. [leaves; returns] The very last one.
Matthew: Oh, that's nice.
Alice Lawson: Will there be anything else, Mr. Cuthbert?
Matthew: Well, since you suggested, uh... I might want to look at some hayseed.
Alice Lawson: Oh, we don't carry hayseed till spring, Mr. Cuthbert.
Matthew: Oh, certainly. Of course.
Alice Lawson: That'll be 75 cents for the rake, Mr. Cuthbert.
Matthew: Uh, while I'm here, uh... I might want to look at, uh... If it wouldn't be too much trouble, uh...
Alice Lawson: Yes...
Alice Lawson: Sugar?
Matthew: Some sugar.
Alice Lawson: Oh, white or brown?
Matthew: Well, uh... What would you say?
Alice Lawson: Well, we have some nice brown sugar in stock, Mr. Cuthbert. How much would you like?
Matthew: Well... Would twenty pounds be enough?
Alice Lawson: Yes, I'm sure twenty pounds would be enough. That'll be $1.
Matthew: [whispering] I need a dress. With puffed sleeves.
Alice Lawson: Puffed sleeves?
Matthew: For Anne.
Alice Lawson: For land's sake, Mr. Cuthbert, why didn't you say so in the first place? Now, you just come with me to the window.
So I was just asking, because the other day when I was on my way home from work, a middle aged woman got on the tram and sat across me. She had her hands full...
She carried a 20 pounds-bag of grass seed and a rake. I instantly remembered and I couldn't help but laugh.