(A bar. A melancholy man is approached by a kindly stranger.) Stranger: You look like you could use some company. Can I pull up a chair? Man: If you want. Stranger: (Seating himself) Why the long face? Man: It's my girlfriend. Stranger: Breakup? Man: No. She wants to get back together. Stranger: I don't understand. Man: It's not the first time. Each time it leaves me with a deeper scar. Stranger: Is that all? Check this out. (He unbuttons his shirt, exposing a hideously scarred chest.) Man: Wow! What happened? Stranger: I wasn't feeling right and my doctor had to cut me open from top to bottom. Man: What was the problem? Heart trouble? Stranger: No. Constipation. But that's not important. The important thing is that he patched me up good as new. Understand? Man: (Cheering up) Yeah. Thanks. That really helps. Stranger: My pleasure. (He takes a drink and gags as fluid gushes out of his ears, but recovers with a smile.) |
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© 2007, 2012. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Monday, December 17, 2012
Ears Wide Open
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