Thursday, March 1st,
Maurice and Stuart
Maurice sits at the window. Stuart takes the seat beside him.
Maurice: Hey there, buddy. You know, this being late thing is going to get you in trouble.
Stuart: Yeah, I know. But I’ve got a good excuse this time.
Maurice: Oh yeah?
Stuart: Yep. The apartment got flooded.
Maurice: Oh no. Did you lose a lot of stuff?
Stuart: Not only that, the old lady I live with almost drowned, trying to save the dog.
Maurice: Can’t the dog swim?
Stuart: Yeah, but the dog was trying to save the cat.
Maurice: That was decent of him.
Stuart: You’d think so. But it was the damned cat’s fault that the flood happened in the first place. It somehow managed to get under the sink and it chewed right through one of those flexible pipes.
Maurice: Oh man. So how is everyone now?
Stuart: Old lady’s at the hospital, dog’s at the vet, and the cat … (Stuart opens is jacket and a bald head pokes out)
Maurice: Oh my God, that thing is ugly! You can’t take that to work.
Stuart: I’m not. I’m taking it to the pound.
Maurice: Probably for the best.
Next stop: Friday, March 2nd, 7:00pm