Crystal: So I’m, like, sitting in the coffee shop minding my own business, right?
Jasmine: Uh huh.
Crystal: And this guy comes up to me and asks me if he can sit down and I’m, like, ‘there’s plenty of other seats in here’ and he’s, like, ‘well I thought I could sit with you. You’re really pretty.’
Jasmine: No. Way. So what did you do?
Crystal: Like, exactly what anyone would do. I threw my coffee at him.
Drew sits at the window. Sean takes the seat beside him.
Drew: Have you ever wondered at the delicacy of the connection we have with society on the world wide web?
Sean: No.
Drew: Think about it. We’ve become so reliant on this service, this technology. And yet it is what it is: a web. Strong and yet so precarious. We stomp along the spokes, hopping around what is essentially the world, and yet what if it should break?
Sean: Snail mail?
Drew: Indeed. You’re very smart, young man. Where do you get all that intellectual prowess from?
Sean:(shrugs) I saw a street address on the back of a cereal box once, for people who don’t have the internet.
Note: Strong language. Also, don’t read this whilst eating.
Tuesday, May 22nd, 5:00pm
Andrea (and Ralph)
Andrea sits at window. Ralph takes the seat beside her.
Ralph: Good afternoon.
Andrea: Yeah? What’s so good about it?
Ralph: Oh I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty good.
Andrea: Good for you! I’ve had a lousy day. First of all my alarm clock, like, doesn’t go off on time? And I have to take a taxi to work, then I get there and the coffee pot’s, like, broken so I have to wait ’til lunch time to get a dose of caffeine, and then I come back and, like, this new guy? Who just started working? He won’t shut up with the innuendos. You know, like, comin’ on to me and shit. I’m like dude, you’re like more than thirty years old!
Ralph: Sounds like a rough day.
Andrea: (snorts) You could say that.
Ralph: I just got out of hospital. I started shitting green stuff and before I knew it I was …
Andrea:(holds up hand) Please, don’t go on.
Ralph: … puking up all this brown crap, and I hadn’t been eating anything brown …
Andrea:(gags) Please.
Ralph: … so it was like my puke was coming out of my ass and sh …
Andrea:(stands, hand over mouth) Excuse me.
Ralph: … it coming out of my …
Andrea:MOVE!
Ralph: … throat.
Andrea stands at the door retching, waiting for the bus stop.
Ralph:(calling out to her) Hope you have a better day tomorrow!