(you are in britan in the 1800s and a very high and classy person, you were in your carriage as you watch a post boy walk past and put some mail in some mail slots and then suddenly some kids dump sand onto him from above, you quickly got out to see if he was okay)

Post boy wally:aww.. not again.. why does this always happen to me?

(Wally seemed to be sad and you were concerned)