Sunday, September 18, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Daily Awkward
[ROBYN suddenly enters Ackloo kitchen, where caterers are staging hors d'oeuvres for fancy executive shindig. WAITER 1 and WAITER 2 are engaged in conversation.]
ROBYN (with unmitigated enthusiasm): Oh WOW! These snacks are no joke! I love food on tiny bread!
[WAITER 1 and WAITER 2 look at her, then resume conversation.]
WAITER 1: Yeah, so anyway, my mom died two years ago. Esophageal cancer.
WAITER 2: Oh man, I'm so sorry. How's your dad doing?
WAITER 1: Well, they were pretty much best friends, so...
[ROBYN grabs canapé and slinks away.]
[SCENE]
ROBYN (with unmitigated enthusiasm): Oh WOW! These snacks are no joke! I love food on tiny bread!
[WAITER 1 and WAITER 2 look at her, then resume conversation.]
WAITER 1: Yeah, so anyway, my mom died two years ago. Esophageal cancer.
WAITER 2: Oh man, I'm so sorry. How's your dad doing?
WAITER 1: Well, they were pretty much best friends, so...
[ROBYN grabs canapé and slinks away.]
[SCENE]
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