Thursday, November 23rd,
Maurice (and Stuart)
Maurice sits at the window. Stuart takes the seat beside him.
Maurice: Finally! What the hell happened to you?
Stuart: Oh man, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had. First, I missed the five o’clock bus, then I was running to catch a cab and I tripped and landed on top of this old woman walking her dog.
Maurice: My God! Is the woman okay?
Stuart: Yeah, but it was her dog leash I tripped over. Strangled the poor thing half to death. So then I felt so bad, I had to take her dog to the vet, and … it died.
Maurice: No way!
Maurice: So what did you do?
Stuart: The only thing I could do. I bought the old lady a new dog.
Maurice: She must have been pleased.
Stuart: Nope. Dog ran away. Turns out when I tripped over the leash, I tore it. Leash broke, dog ran away.
Maurice: Holy hell. So then what?
Stuart: We settled on a cat.
Maurice: Sounds like a solution.
Stuart stares at Maurice.
Maurice: No … What happened to the cat?
Stuart: Nothing. Turns out the old woman’s deathly allergic to them.
Maurice: She didn’t …
Stuart: Nooo. No, no, no. But she’s in the hospital.
Maurice: So, where are you off to now?
Stuart: Buy a litter box. Damned cat peed all over my rug.
Next stop: Friday, November 24th, 9:00pm