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.]