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!
Red sits at the window. Phil takes the seat beside her: he is out of breath.
Red: Are you okay?
Phil: Yeah. I almost missed the damned bus. (does a double take) … I mean, the darned bus.
Red: I wish I had. I’m really starting to hate taking the bus. I used to have a car to go to my grandma’s house. But since it broke down, I’m having to deliver the goodies (holds up basket) by bus and by foot. Yesterday I almost got eaten!
Phil:(stares) You hate the bus too … Wait, did you say eaten?
Red: Yeah. A guy came out of the bushes and tried to bite my neck. He was wearing all this glittery stuff. Kept calling me Bell-something. I might not even be here if some crazy brunette hadn’t shown up and chased him away with a pointy stick.
Phil: That doesn’t sound very safe. What do you say to getting off the bus with me? I’m just going to get my car from the shop. I can drive you to your grandma’s house.
Red:(sighs in relief and grins widely) Oh, could you?
Phil: I’d drive you there every night …
Red takes his hand. They get off the bus together.