Note: Strong language
Friday, December 22nd, 5:00pm
Morris (and Andrea)
Morris sits at the window. Andrea takes the seat beside him.
Morris: Ugh.
Andrea: Excuse me?
Morris: I still don’t have my Christmas shopping done.
Andrea: And this concerns me how, exactly?
Morris: It doesn’t. I just wanted to …
Andrea: Why does everyone on this freakin’ bus want to tell me their problems? Like, I can’t get a minute’s peace on this freakin’, fucking bus! First I’ve got people flashing me, spitting at me, telling me their problems …
Morris: I’d watch it, if I were you. I’m Santa.
Andrea: (stares at him) You’re what now?
Morris: Santa Claus. And with a mouth like that, you’re not likely to find anything in your stocking, young lady.
Andrea: (frowns) Wait. Didn’t you just say you haven’t finished your Christmas shopping? Doesn’t Santa MAKE the toys?
Morris: No, the elves do that. I have to go out and buy all the supplies.
Andrea: You’re fucking crazy.
Morris: (shaking his head, mumbles) Whatever is the world coming to?
Andrea: (mumbles) Exactly.
Next stop: Saturday, December 23rd, 6:00pm
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