Monday, October 23rd, 5:00pm
Donald (and Andrea)
Donald sits in the aisle seat. Andrea approaches.
Andrea: Do you mind?
Donald: Oh! No. (shifts over to window seat)
Andrea: (sitting down) Bus is pretty crowded.
Andrea: You just noticed?
Donald: I beg your pardon?
Andrea: Just when the bus is crowded it makes sense to leave any open seats available, doesn’t it?
Donald: I supp …
Andrea: I mean, it’s just common sense. It’s rude to keep two seats all to yourself when there’s so many people on the bus.
Donald: I was waiting for someone.
Andrea: (turns her head to the left and right) Who?
Donald: A … another man.
Andrea: A particular “other man”? Or just “another man”? Are you, like, disappointed that a woman sat beside you?
Donald: (looks her up and down) Yes. And in particular, you.
Andrea is speechless, mouth hanging open.
Donald: You’re rude and distasteful. I’d even go as far as to say that it’s women like you who make men like me—straight men, that is—wonder what it is we see in women at all.
Andrea: Well, I never!
Donald: (raises voice) Then it’s about damned time.
Donald steps over her and stands in the aisle.
Donald: (yelling) And for the record, I was waiting for a particular man, not just another man. One who’s much more tasty– (shakes his head) tasteful than you!
Donald gets off the bus to a round of applause.
Next stop: Tuesday, October 24th, 8:00pm