Meena stands in front of Jane centre stage in a long queue in the pound shop. The cash register is off stage and not visible. Meena, brandishing a broken can opener, turns to speak to Jane who is clutching a pair of children’s shoes.
MEENA: I’m taking this back. Just snapped off in my hand.
JANE: That’s terrible.
MEENA: I should have known better than to buy it here.
JANE: You get what you pay for.
MEENA: We’re going to Ikea on Sunday. I’ll buy one then but I just want my pound back, it’s the principle, you know?
JANE: I’m returning these too, my son won’t wear them. Too cool for pound shop trainers.
MEENA: Oh yes my two will only wear Nikes. I always hide the receipts, my husband would kill me.
JANE: The ones he has don’t fit anymore but he’s so stubborn.
A pause, the women move forward in the queue slightly. Jane looks as if she is working up the courage to speak again.
JANE: (shyly) If you don’t want the can opener, I’ll give you 50p for it.
MEENA: (taken aback) Oh love its fine, I’m sure they’ll give me my money back.
JANE: (quietly) It’s just that we need a new one and…
Jane tails off. Meena stares at Jane’s battered handbag and threadbare jacket, a moment of realisation, and speaks again more softly.
MEENA: You can have it for 20.
The queue moves on and the two women move off, stage right.