Thursday, May 3rd, 5:00pm
Hubert (and Zoey)
Hubert sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Hubert: Nice day today.
Hubert: You don’t recognize me, do you?
Zoey: (rolls eyes) Not another one.
Hubert waits politely for an explanation.
Zoey: The last guy who said that to me thought he looked like Johnny Depp.
Hubert: And did he?
Zoey: Not at all.
Hubert: (laughs) Well, I’m not supposed to look like anyone. I’m the weather man.
Zoey: Oh yeah? Do you work at one of the local TV stations, or …
Zoey: … radio?
Zoey: Oh, you’re the guy who actually figures out what the weather’s going to be.
Hubert: (smiles) That’s right.
Zoey: So what’s it going to be like tomorrow?
Hubert: It’s not.
Zoey: Errr … what do you mean it’s not?
Hubert: There won’t be a tomorrow.
Hubert: The tides will start going backwards tonight and time itself will reverse.
Zoey: So you’re saying …
Hubert: Tomorrow will be yesterday.
Hubert: What? It was nice out yesterday, too.
Zoey: Yeah, but I was looking forward to summer.
Hubert: (shrugs) I’m just the weather man. Nothing I can do about it.
Zoey: Are you sure?
Hubert: (frowns) Do you doubt me?
Zoey: Nooo … I’m just going to change seats.
Hubert: (smiles) Nice meeting you.
Zoey: You too.
Hubert: And say hi to Johnny Depp when you see him next. (winks)
Zoey: Will do.
Next stop: Friday, May 4th, 8:00am