On stage left is a chair, a pair of shoes beside the chair, a coat stand with a suit jacket hanging on it. On stage right a small table with a shelf below where a glass and a vodka bottle sit. These furniture pieces are placed near the edges of the playing space.
ME enters the theatre through the audience wearing street clothes (a pink shirt). He carries a book and a venti Starbucks coffee. He makes his way toward the stage. The house lights remain up.
ME
Iâm sorry Iâm late, Iâm sorry Iâm late, Iâm sorry Iâm late, Iâm sorry Iâm late, Iâm sorry Iâm late. Thatâs the first thing I say when I enter any room. Iâm always late. Chronically late. Terminally late. And Iâm really trying not to be late these days. Iâm really trying not to be late because when Iâm late I get annoyed and when Iâm annoyed I get resentful and⦠well I donât even want to think about where resentment gets me. Resentment is fatal. But here I am late. But it wasnât my fault. That must be the slowest Starbucks in the city. In the country. And Iâve been around. Twenty minutes for a decaf grande soy latte? And this is not even a grande, itâs a ventiâand we wonât even bother getting in to how that happened. Regardless Iâm late. But itâs not my fault. It was these two women. Iâm walking to the door of the Starbucks and there are these two women behind me chatting away and I think, âIâll be the nice guy,â and I hold the door for them. And this is also a little annoying. I donât need a thank you but a head nod might be nice. An acknowledgement of my existence. How hard is a head nod? How hard is that. I should probably be on the stage. Iâll go on the stage now.
ME steps onto the stage. During the following he changes from his street shoes to the shoes that have been sitting near the chair. At one point he considers putting on the suit jacket but forgoes it, thinking itâs too formal. As he continues the house lights fade.
So I know the deal. I let them in ahead of me and that means that theyâre ahead of me and of course they order eight lattes. Eight? Donât you have to call ahead for an order of that size?
(re: book)
This isnât a Bible, by the way, itâs
The Story of Philosophy
by William Durant. Itâs pretty good; Iâm trying to expand my mind. Whatâs left of it.
He puts the book on the shelf near the vodka.
So Iâm waiting. And so far Iâm not overly annoyed. I get to order my decaf grande soy latte but of course thereâs an eight latte backup so itâs going to be a while. But lucky for me the first two are made and the women are chatting away and sipping on them and one says to the other, âI canât taste my flavour. Can you taste your flavour?â And the other one says, âNo but I wasnât going to say anything.â So the first woman says to the barrista guy making the latteâs, âDid you put the flavor shots in?â He says, âYep.â She says, âWell I donât taste anything.â And the guy says, âIâll make you new ones.â What? Just like that? And he turns to me and says, âYouâre not in a rush are you?â Well actually I am. Clearly. But when he asks me âYouâre not in a rush are you?â I donât say anything because I donât want to sound annoyed. I just turn away and think about being late and try not to be annoyed. But then I realize not saying anything when he says âYouâre not in a rush are you?â is a very annoyed thing to do, itâs downright rude. So I turn back to say something but the moment has passed and itâs too late to say anything. And so now Iâm not only failing at not being annoyed Iâm failing at hiding that Iâm annoyed. So now Iâm just officially waiting and annoyed. Meanwhile thereâs this other