Tuesday, July 31st, 5:00pm
Zoey (and Frank)
Zoey sits at the window. Frank takes the seat beside her.
Frank: Excuse me.
Zoey: Yes?
Frank: Have you ever seen the sea?
Zoey: No indeed. I have not seen the sea.
Frank: Would you care to see the sea with me?
Zoey: No, I would not care to see the sea with thee.
Frank: Why not?
Zoey: It’s too far away.
Frank: Oh.
Next stop: Wednesday, August 1st, 5:00pm
Thursday, July 19th, 5:00 6:00pm
Zoey (and Whitley)
Zoey sits at the window. Whitley takes the seat beside her.
Whitley: Hey, are you a twin?
Zoey: Errr … no. Why?
Whitley: Oh, because I thought I recognized you.
Zoey: Wwwhy would you think you’d seen my twin before but not me?
Whitley: Because she doesn’t look like you.
Zoey: Ooookay.
Next stop: Friday, July 20th, 6:00pm
Monday, July 9th, 5:00pm
Waylon and Zoey
Waylon sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Waylon: Hey, do you know your way around this town?
Zoey: Pretty much. I’ve lived here most of my life.
Waylon: I need directions. I’ve been every way but upwards, and I can’t seem to find any good restaurants.
Zoey: Oh, you’re going to wrong way. You need to get on the southbound bus.
Waylon: Great. I’ll do that on the morrow. I’ve already got breakfast lined up.
Zoey: So you’ll be looking for lunch then?
Waylon: Yep, and thanks to you, in all the right places.
Next stop: Tuesday, July 10th, 5:00pm
Tuesday, July 3rd, 5:00pm
Morag (and Zoey)
Morag sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside her.
Morag: (pulls headphones out of her ears) Man, that was a good book.
Zoey: Cool. Which one were you listening to?
Morag: Oh, I was listening to music.
Zoey stares at her.
Morag: I was just reading the last Harry Potter book to myself. I have them all memorized.
Zoey: Wow. You must have read them a lot of times.
Morag: Oh yeah. Did you know Dumbledore killed Snape in the last book?
Zoey: No …
Morag: Oh, I’m sorry. I should have said “spoiler alert.”
Zoey: But even if it were true, it’s not in the last book.
Morag: (frowns) Look, lady, do you have the books memorized?
Zoey: No, but …
Morag: I rest my case.
Next stop: Wednesday, July 4th, 5:00pm
Note: Strong language.
Friday, June 29th 7:00pm
Hillary (and Drommen) (and Zoey)
Hillary is asleep in the window seat with drool running down her chin. Drommen takes the seat beside her.
Drommen: (shaking her) Hey, Jessica. Wake up.
Hillary stirs but doesn’t wake up.
Drommen: Jessica! It’s time to go home.
Hillary: (slapping at him weakly) Lemme alone.
Drommen: Come on. Don’t make me carry you off the bus.
Hillary: (kicks at him and mumbles louder) Lemme alone!
Drommen is shaking her when Zoey boards the bus.
Zoey: Leave her alone, asshole.
Drommen: She’s drunk. I just want to get her home.
Zoey: Get the fuck away from her!
Drommen: What the fuck’s your problem?
Zoey: You are! You became my problem the day you asked me to look at your dick. Now go away before I call the cops.
Drommen: I know where she lives. We’re friends.
Zoey: (scoffs) Yeah, I’m sure you are.
Drommen: Are you going to take care of her?
Zoey: Yes!
Drommen: Fine, then.
Drommen changes seats.
Zoey: (sits. To Hillary) Are you okay, honey?
Hillary: (mumbles) He’s not all that bad.
Next stop: Saturday, June 30th, 5:00pm
Wednesday, June 20th, 5:00pm
Melina (and Zoey)
Melina sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside her.
Melina: Wait, what year is it?
Zoey: Errr … 2018 …?
Melina: You’re not sure either, eh?
Next stop: Thursday, June 21st, 7:00pm
Tuesday, June 12th, 4:00pm
Zoey (and Bradley)
Zoey sits at the window. Bradley takes the seat beside her, carrying a large cloth bag.
Bradley: SHHHH!!!
Zoey: Are you talking to me?
Bradley: SSHHHH!!!!! (in a stage whisper) I got the stuff!
Zoey: I’m sorry, I don’t know you. And I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Bradley: (whispering) Look!
Bradley opens his bag. Zoey peers inside.
Zoey: Awww!!!
Bradley: SSSSHHHHH!!!!!
Zoey: But it’s a bag of kittens!
Bradley: It’s a what? (looks in the bag) Damnit! I got the wrong bag!
Bradley gets off the bus.
Next stop: Wednesday, June 13th, 5:00pm
Wednesday, May 16th, 5:00pm
Drew (and Zoey)
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?
Zoey: Errr … Both?
Drew: (frowns) I must contemplate this further.
Zoey: You’re welcome.
Next stop: Thursday, May 17th, 5:00pm
Thursday, May 3rd, 5:00pm
Hubert (and Zoey)
Hubert sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Hubert: Nice day today.
Zoey: Yes.
Hubert: You don’t recognize me, do you?
Zoey: (rolls eyes) Not another one.
Hubert waits politely for an explanation.
Zoey: The last guy who said that to me thought he looked like Johnny Depp.
Hubert: And did he?
Zoey: Not at all.
Hubert: (laughs) Well, I’m not supposed to look like anyone. I’m the weather man.
Zoey: Oh yeah? Do you work at one of the local TV stations, or …
Hubert: Nope.
Zoey: … radio?
Hubert: Nope.
Zoey: Oh, you’re the guy who actually figures out what the weather’s going to be.
Hubert: (smiles) That’s right.
Zoey: So what’s it going to be like tomorrow?
Hubert: It’s not.
Zoey: Errr … what do you mean it’s not?
Hubert: There won’t be a tomorrow.
Zoey: Oookay.
Hubert: The tides will start going backwards tonight and time itself will reverse.
Zoey: So you’re saying …
Hubert: Tomorrow will be yesterday.
Zoey: Damn.
Hubert: What? It was nice out yesterday, too.
Zoey: Yeah, but I was looking forward to summer.
Hubert: (shrugs) I’m just the weather man. Nothing I can do about it.
Zoey: Are you sure?
Hubert: (frowns) Do you doubt me?
Zoey: Nooo … I’m just going to change seats.
Hubert: (smiles) Nice meeting you.
Zoey: You too.
Hubert: And say hi to Johnny Depp when you see him next. (winks)
Zoey: Will do.
Next stop: Friday, May 4th, 8:00am
Thursday, April 5th, 4:00pm
Hans (and Zoey)
Hans sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Hans: Life is really like a portrait.
Zoey: I beg your pardon?
Hans: Life. It’s like this great–no, this humongous picture.
Zoey: You think?
Hans: Yes.
Zoey: Don’t you think life has a bit more movement than a picture?
Hans: Who’s to say a picture doesn’t move when no one is looking?
Zoey: Huh. Like if a tree falls in the forest.
Hans: Exactly.
Zoey: That’s kinda scary.
Hans: It is.
Next stop: Friday, April 6th, 8:00pm
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