Drommen sits at the window. Phillipa takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: It’s you again!
Phillipa: Well look at that; so it is.
Drommen: I think I’m ready this time.
Phillipa: To masturbate for me? Isn’t that lovely.
Drommen opens his trenchcoat.
Phillipa:(pulls an apple out of her bag and takes a big juicy bite) You know, I’ve never done this before. (wipes juice off her chin) Is it going to be messy?
Drommen: (watching her) Errr …
Phillipa: Because I have tissues in here somewhere. (digs in her purse and pulls out a pair of panties) Can you hold this for me?
Drommen takes them.
Phillipa: I had to take those off earlier today. I’m going commando right now.
Drommen: Uh huh.
Phillipa: They were just so wet … I get very excited, just spontaneously. You might not be the only one who needs a tissue here.
Drommen: Uh huh.
Phillipa: Oh here they are. (pulls out a package of tissues and holds her hand out) Can I have those back now.
Drommen: Sure.
Phillipa: Okie dokie. Whip it out, and let’s get started.
Drommen sits at the window. A light shines on him from above and he stands and addresses the audience.
Drommen:Hello. (steps into the aisle, resting a hand on the back of the seat) What if none of this is real. What if I am just the fantasy of a writer. An author in a crisis of identity. What would the outcome be.
Drommen takes a seat and stares out the window as the overhead light dims. Holly approaches.
Holly: Hey! How are you? Long time no see!
Drommen:(looks up and smiles) Well, hi there. Have a seat.
Holly:(sits) How have you been?
Drommen: Oh, not bad. My sister Francine moved in with me, but apart from that nothing much is new. How about you?
Holly: Everything’s great! The baby is due in a few months. No sign of Mr. Fangs or my ex, so things are fantastic. And I’ve got you to thank for it. (nudges him) So what was it you wanted to show me last time?
Drommen:(frowns) I was going to ask you if you’d mind if I masturbate.
Holly: (smiles) Go ahead! I’d love to watch.
Drommen: But now I’m a little reluctant.
Holly: Why is that?
Drommen: Well you see, I’ve got all these other people watching now, and I’m not sure I can do it.
Holly: Performance anxiety?
Drommen: Precisely.
Holly freezes. A light shines from above and Drommen stands and addresses the audience.
Drommen: And there you have it. I’m Jake Drommen, and this is the Bus Stop Zone.
Tuesday, November 14th, 5:00pm
Drommen (and Hillary) (and Sean)
Drommen sits at the window. Hillary takes the seat beside him.
Hillary: Hi Jake.
Drommen: Hi there, Jessica.
Hillary: You’ll never guess what I saw on the bus yesterday.
Drommen: What was it?
Hillary: A flasher.
Drommen:(frowning) A flasher? On my bus?
Hillary: Yep.
Drommen: How dare he! Flashing a young lady like you! What did you do?
Hillary: I laughed at him. He got off the bus.
Drommen: Huh.
Hillary: I’d heard about him before. A lady on here told me there’s a habitual flasher on the bus. She said his name is Drummin or something. That must have been him.
Drommen: No it wasn’t.
Hillary:(lifts an eyebrow) How are you so sure?
Drommen: Well … um … You said he just flashed you, right?
Hillary: Yeah.
Drommen: I heard this other guy is much more polite. He asks first.
Hillary: (laughing) A polite flasher? Now I’ve heard everything.
Drommen: It’s possible.
Hillary: Riiight. The day I see a polite flasher is the day I change my name to Hillary.
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