Friday, September 11, 2009

Week 34, Day 236 - “A Penny Saved”

“A Penny Saved”

Written by Joe Janes


236 of 365


John, 20s

Linda, 20s

Karen, 40s

Ted, 50s

Janice, 30s

(Lights up on John and Linda walking holding hands along an urban street.)


I love having the afternoon off.


Me, too. I wish we could afford a whole weekend getaway.


Well, we might just be a small step closer to fulfilling your wish. Look. A penny.

(John bends to pick it up, Linda stops him.)


No, don’t.


Find a penny, pick it up. All day long you’ll have good luck.


Not when it’s tails up.


What does that matter? A penny’s a penny.


Heads up is good luck. Tails up is bad luck. John, really, let’s keep walking.


We’re just talking about a penny. The lowest coin on the currency food chain doesn’t get to determine my good or bad fortune. At the very least, it’s good luck, because I’ll be a penny richer than I was before. It’s not much, but it’s a point in the right direction.


My mom always told me upside down pennies are a message from someone from the spirit world. Like a dead grandma or something. Heads up means they are with you and looking out for you. Heads down, and they have an issue with you.


Are you saying my dead grandmother has a problem with me?


Maybe? I never met her.


Maybe her problem is with you?


Why would your dead grandmother have a problem with me? I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.


So you say. Maybe there’s something you’re not telling me. I pick up the penny, I’ll find out about it and be devastated, but if I don’t pick up the penny, I may never find out.


That’s ridiculous. It is, as you said, just a penny. We could walk away from it. Who cares about being a penny richer?

(Karen, a homeless person, walks up to them.)


Excuse me. I lost my job and am homeless. Can you help me out? I’m trying to get something to eat.


There’s a penny here on the sidewalk.

(Karen shrugs and picks it up. Ted, a well-dressed businessman enters followed by Janice, his assistant.


Excuse me. I know how ridiculous this sounds, but I really need a penny. I don’t carry any cash, coins, especially, offend the lining of my pockets, and I just made a bet with another playboy billionaire about whether or not a pigeon in the street would actually peck at the remains of a car-flattened dead pigeon. It did, the filthy cannibal. So, I owe him a penny. If I don’t pay up in the next five minutes, as per our rules, the debt goes up to a million. I know, I know, boys will be boys, right? So, any way, if you have a penny, I will gladly have my secretary write you a check for one thousand dollars.


Here you go.

(Karen hands Ted a penny, Janice hands Karen a check for one thousand dollars.)


It’s made out to “cash.”

TED (kisses Karen)

Thank you. You have made my day!


You made mine, too.

(Ted and Janice exit. Karen turns and smiles at John and Linda.)

KAREN (continuing)

Thanks for the penny.

(She exits. John looks at Karen.)


My dead grandmother was right about you.

(He exits. Blackout)

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