Friday, March 9th, 4:00pm
Sandi and Candice (and Dale)
Candice sits at the window, Sandi in the aisle seat. Dale takes the seat across the aisle.
Dale: (to Sandi) Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while.
Dale: What’s new?
Sandi: Not much. I got married a few months ago.
Dale: That’s great! Congratulations.
Sandi: What about you?
Dale: Oh you know. Wife left me.
Sandi: That’s too bad …
Dale: (waves hand) It happens. (holds up a leash) And then my dog.
Sandi: Left you?
Dale: Just got hit by a bus. Yesterday.
Sandi: Oh no!
Dale: Yeah. I’m taking the leash to give it to a friend.
Sandi: I’m so sorry for all your troubles.
Dale: Thanks. (looks up) This is my stop. Nice to see you again.
Sandi: You too.
Dale gets off the bus.
Candice: Who was that?
Sandi: I haven’t got a clue.
Next stop: Saturday, March 10th, 9:00pm