Joan answers the door to find a Mindy Cohn-ish postal worker there (though it's not Mindy Cohn, but Wendy Worthington), asking her to sign for a package. Joan's pleased, until she's asked for $6.50 in postage. She hollers for her mother, but Not-Mindy says, "Uh-huh. You got twelve dollars in your pocket that you were going to use to buy a frappuccino and a muffin when you skipped history class after lunch, which by the way, do not do that." Joan's so busted. She says, "Oh, God. You are just a three-ring circus, aren't you?" I like the way she talks to God, but I think I'd be more afraid of the potential smiting if I actually believed I were talking to God. Postal Worker God smiles and says, "Okay, price went up. Give me the whole twelve." Taking the words right out of my head, Joan demands to know, "What are you gonna do with money?" Postal Worker God: "It's not what I'm gonna do with it. It's what you're gonna do without it." Joan: "Any guess as to when this is gonna end? First a job in a bookstore, then AP Chemistry...how do you top that?" Postal Worker God reminds her that she doesn't have to accept the package. Joan sneers, "Oh yeah, okay. And I can also take the blue pill. Hand it over." She takes it, fishes out her money, and hands the crumpled wad to Postal Worker God, who regards the wad and says, "In me you trust. Not entirely true." She leaves as Joan opens the package, finding a book about mastering chess. Joan's ripped off: "Chess? Hey, I do not play chess!" Never mind that: this was directed by Josh Brand! He's directed some great stuff, especially Northern Exposure, which was one of my favourite shows. That bodes well.