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!
Miles sits at the window. Drew takes the seat beside him.
Drew: Nice afternoon after all that rain we had yesterday.
Miles: Uh huh.
Drew: Makes me think of the age-old question, why did the duck cross the road?
Miles: Shouldn’t that be a chicken?
Drew: It makes more sense that it should be a duck, don’t you think? A duck is a wild animal and more likely to be waiting at the side of a road, rather than a chicken, which would be penned up on a farm.
Miles: (stares at him for a moment) Do you have any toilet paper?
Drew: Hmm … (contemplates the question and nods slowly) I see what you’re saying.
Drew sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Drew:(points out the window) There is a bird in a tree.
Zoey: I’m sorry?
Drew: There is a bird in a tree … Or is the tree simply there for the bird?
Zoey: I think the bird …
Drew:(holds up a finger) You are going to say that because the bird moves and the tree does not, that the bird is the one who must be the subject, the one who provides the action, and the tree is merely awaiting the bird’s arrival. BUT! Does not the tree live longer?
Zoey:(nods slowly) It does …
Drew: So again, I ask, is the bird in the tree or does the tree exist for the bird?
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