Crumpets?

OK, so apparently the Post Office is the new Target and I get to overhear morons everytime I'm in there.

So, I'm in the Post Office yesterday, filling out an address, when I hear this Brit-ishy lady come in and start talking some jib-jab with her Brit-ishy accent. And it went like this:

Brit-ishy Lady: How much does it cost to post?
Brent: (in head) Oh, this should be fun.
Post Office Dude: It's 42 cents.
Brit-ishy Lady: Oh, crumpets! I was almost illegal!
Brent: (in head) Yep, I hear their bringing back the gallows for insufficient postage. Another victory for Benjamin Franklin!