Friday, August 7, 2009

Week 29, Day 201 - “Black Coffee”

“Black Coffee”
Written by Joe Janes
8/7/09
201 of 365

CAST
Emma, 30s
Horatio, 20s

(Lights up on Horatio behind the front desk of a high-end hotel. Emma approaches in a bathrobe and slippers. She looks pissed. )

HORATIO
Yes, ma’am?

(Emma slaps down two pieces of paper onto the counter top. One right after the other. And then folds her arms.)

HORATIO (continuing)
Can I help you?

EMMA (pointing to one bill)
Last night, I got a hamburger and fries from room service. It was expensive. $22. Okay. It’s a fancy hotel, it’s room service, it’s adorable little glass bottles of ketchup and mustard. It’s 100% Angus beef, which doesn’t score points with me because Angus beef is just one consonant away from being anus beef. Ew. Fine. Whatever. $22. I get it. (Points to other bill) This morning, I ordered a danish and a cup of coffee. $22.

HORATIO
Yes?

EMMA
Doesn’t that seem a little off to you, even for a “fancy” hotel like the Hyatt? (Horatio looks confused) Burger and fries, twenty-two dollars. Danish and coffee, one danish, one coffee, also twenty-two dollars.

HORATIO
So, you think you were overcharged for the danish and coffee?

EMMA (biting tongue)
Ya’ think?

HORATIO
Let me check on something. (He looks something up on a computer.) Ah. I think I know what happened.

EMMA
I was overcharged.

HORATIO
No. The price is accurate. You did the “hang the breakfast menu on the doorknob before going to bed” thingy, right?

EMMA
Sure. I did the “thingy.”

HORATIO
Well, that costs more because you’re not only ordering food; you’re ordering the specific time for the breakfast to be delivered. And it comes with a newspaper and a “pot” of coffee.

EMMA
Pot of coffee? That “pot” was only slightly bigger than the bottle of ketchup from last night. It was a pot of coffee masquerading as a cup of coffee.

HORATIO (looking at screen)
Our pots of coffee are 12 ounces.

EMMA
A Grande at Starbucks is 16 ounces. And, yes, I know that.

HORATIO
Regardless. When you take away the tax and service, your “pot” of coffee was only six dollars.

EMMA
Six dollars!

HORATIO
Yes, ma’am.

EMMA
Well, (looks at his name tag) Horatio, if that’s your real name, six dollars is outrageous. It’s hot water passed through a bean. It’s not a latte, it’s not a cappuccino, it’s just plain coffee. It hasn’t been anointed in oil, pooped out of the butt of some endangered mountain lion, or brewed with liquid gold. It’s just Maxwell House and tap water.

HORATIO
Uh, 100% Arabica beans.

EMMA
Maxwell House and tap water. For it to be worth six bucks, it would have to be delivered on a white horse ridden by a naked Brad Pitt who rubs my feet while I sip it slowly. And even then, it would need to be 70% Arabica beans, 10% ecstasy, and 20% surefire stock tips.

HORATIO
You know, since this is your first time staying with us, why don’t I go ahead and comp this morning’s breakfast.

EMMA
Thank you.

HORATIO
Would you like the same breakfast for tomorrow?

EMMA
For $22? (Horatio nods) Yes.

(She exits. Horatio puts the order into the computer. She quickly returns.)

EMMA
Wait. No danish.

(Blackout)

2 comments:

John Sullivan said...

This reminded me of years ago when I checked into a expense acct Manhattan hotel at midnight. There were no bellhops available so I went to the room myself. Upon entering the room a women sat up in her bed and shouted "is that you Bill?" When I ran down to the hotel lobby, the desk clerk said "Oh Shit, the rooms are bouncing again." When he gave me a key to another room I told him I wasn't going to bounce up there by myself.

Since then I have never entered a hotel room first!

John Sullivan (Aged 2nd city student)

Chris Othic said...

I don't like that she orders the same breakfast the next day. Maybe she is getting it "expensed" by her company. Either way, it makes her pretty weak at the end.