Sunday, March 11th, 10:00am
Phyllis (and Zoey)
Phyllis sits in the aisle seat. Zoey approaches.
Zoey: Excuse me, may I sit there?
Phyllis: (looks up with a snarl) I knew you were going to ask me that.
Phyllis moves to the window seat and Zoey sits.
Zoey: Thanks.
Phyllis: (waves her hand) Think nothing of it.
They sit quietly for a few stops.
Phyllis: There’s going to be three people waiting at the next stop.
Zoey: Ookay.
Phyllis: What? You don’t believe me?
Zoey: No, sure. I believe you.
Phyllis: I’m psychic. That’s how I knew you were going to ask me to move.
Zoey: (raises one eyebrow) Hm.
The bus stops and three people get on.
Phyllis: (smirks) See? Told you.
Zoey looks at her but says nothing.
Phyllis: You think I’m crazy don’t you?
Zoey: No …?
Phyllis: I’ll prove it again. Next stop is going to be five people getting on.
Zoey: Oookay.
The bus stops and four people get on.
Zoey turns to Phyllis, eyebrows raised.
Phyllis: It’s because I have a skeptic sitting beside me. (flicks hands at Zoey) Go away! You’re blocking my abilities!
Zoey shakes her head and changes seats.
Next stop: Monday, March 12th, 5:00pm
