Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holidays. Show all posts

Monday, December 7, 2009

Week 47, Day 323 - "Slow Walk With Limp In Echo"

“Slow Walk With Limp In Echo”

Written by Joe Janes

12/7/09

323 of 365

Cast:

Henry, 60s

(In the dark, offstage, we hear a slow walk with a limp and an echo. We begin to see the beam of a flashlight. Henry, a security guard in uniform, enters. He stands in the doorway and sends his beam around the room slowly. He turns on an overhead light and turns off his flashlight. In the center of the room are two backless bar stools. One is upright, the other knocked over. He walks over and sets the turned over stool upright. He places his lunch box on one stool while sitting on the other. He opens the lunchbox and takes from it a roughly designed homemade Christmas cookie, slightly burnt and a thermos. He sets them to the side. He then takes out a small, empty stocking with his name written on it. He attaches this to the side of the barstool. He then takes out a small transistor radio. He turns it on and we hear a lovely instrumental version of “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” The final thing he takes out of the very large lunch box is a portrait of a young family. It looks like a younger version of him with a wife and young child, smiling, wearing Christmas sweaters. He considers it before setting it next to the music box. He takes a bite of his horrible Christmas cookie. It starts off well, but we can see on his face that its charred bitterness is shining through. He takes the thermos and pours himself a small glass of milk. He’s about to take another bit of his cookie, thinks better of it, and puts it away in the lunchbox. With a sigh, he packs up the thermos. He throws the stocking back in there, too. He picks up the portrait one more time and looks at it with a mixture of fondness and sadness. He then notices something in the lunch box. He pulls the stocking back out, but this time, it has something in it. He reaches in and pulls out a beautiful, refined version of the Christmas cookie. He takes a bite of it and is in heaven. He puts the stocking back in the lunch box and closes it. He walks off with the portrait under his arm, carrying the lunchbox in one hand and nibbling on the cookie with the other. He gets to the door and realizes he left the music box. He decides to let it keep playing. He shuts off the lights with his elbow. “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” finishes playing, then “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” starts playing. Henry rushes back into the room. Turns on the light. We see he has a mouth overloaded with Christmas cookie. He storms towards the radio, snatches it up, knocking over the bar stool in the process, and throws the radio on the floor. He then smashes it with the foot of his bad leg. Lights fade.)

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Week 46, Day 321 - "Christmas Comes Early... Maybe Late"

“Christmas Comes Early… Maybe Late”

Written by Joe Janes

12/5/09

321 of 365

Cast:

Stevie, 40s

Neal, 30s

Nicole, 20s

(Lights up on Stevie, a slight, burned out man with a raspy, barky voice. He wears fingerless gloves, a tight, knit cap and a beat up jacket and jeans. He stands near a Christmas tree.)

STEVIE

Trees…Trees…Christmas Trees…Ho-ho-ho for the holidays. Trees.

(Neal, in khaki shorts and a loud Hawaiian shirt walks up.)

STEVIE (continuing)

Christmas tree, Mister?

NEAL

It’s June.

STEVIE

They’re on sale.

NEAL

It’s June.

STEVIE

Christmas in July. Just around the corner.

NEAL

Christmas in July is just some figment of some marketer’s imagination. No one celebrates it other than people trying to sell you something.

STEVIE

Christmas in July sale. Christmas trees half off.

NEAL

Half off what?

STEVIE

Twenty-five dollars.

NEAL

Twelve-fifty, then.

STEVIE

…Yes.

NEAL

That is a good deal. Oh, what the hell. Maybe I’ll have a Christmas in July party. Here’s fifteen bucks. Keep the change.

(Stevie takes the money and hands Neal a Christmas tree.)

STEVIE

Happy holidays.

NEAL

Thanks.

(Neal walks off. Nicole enters, passing by.)

STEVIE

Christmas tree?

NICOLE

Uh, no.

STEVIE

Jack-o-lanterns.

NICOLE

It’s June.

STEVIE

Halloween in August. Just around the corner.

(She walks off.)

STEVIE

American flags! Independence day in June. (Pause) Buy anything now sale. (Pause) Happy holidays.

(Blackout.)

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Week 40, Day 279 - "St. Drunken's Day"

“St. Drunken’s Day”

Written by Joe Janes

10/24/09

279 of 365

Cast:

Mr. Tippett, 40s

Chris, 20s

Levar, 20s

(Lights up on Mr. Tippett working at his desk Chris sticks his head in the door)

CHRIS

Levar said you wanted to see me, Mr. Tippett?

TIPPETT

Yes, Chris. Have a seat.

(Chris does as Mr. Tippett finishes up some work and picks up a file.)

CHRIS

I like that painting.

TIPPETT

Shut up, Chris.

CHRIS

Yes, Sir.

TIPPETT

I’ve been going over your record. Seems you had a few sick days this year.

CHRIS

Yes, Sir. But I’m pretty sure I’m within my allotment of company sick days.

TIPPETT

You are. But I just wanted to make sure we had them right. According to this, you called in sick February 17th, March 18th, May 6th, August18th and November 1st. Does that sound right?

CHRIS

Yeah, I think so.

TIPPETT

Do you remember what you had?

CHRIS

The flu, I think.

TIPPETT

Each time?

CHRIS

Something like that. Headachy, sweaty, some vomiting and diarrhea. Nothing you’d want me bringing to work. Is there a problem? I mean, I wash my hands and cover my mouth when I cough or sneeze, but you know how it is. Only so much you can do.

TIPPETT

I agree. But here’s the odd thing. You missed the same five dates last year. And the year before. And the year before that. How do you explain that?

CHRIS

Seasonal allergies?

TIPPETT

I think, and I’m just hypthothesizing, that these dates have something to do with them being the day after Mardis Gras, St. Patrick’s Day, Cinco de Mayo, your birthday and Halloween. That you may have, perhaps, not had the flu, but been massively hung over each time.

CHRIS

Well, I suppose I could have mistaken being hung over with having the flu. They are very similar.

TIPPETT

I’m not sure what to do here, Chris. Being hung over doesn’t constitute being incapacitated.

CHRIS

We should go out drinking some time.

TIPPETT

Are you Catholic?

CHRIS

No.

TIPPETT

Irish?

CHRIS

No.

TIPPETT

Hispanic.

CHRIS

I don’t think you are legally allowed to ask me these things.

TIPPETT

If you are celebrating these holidays because of religious or cultural purposes, I can look the other way.

CHRIS (in a bad Irish brogue)

Always after my lucky burritos…that Pope.

TIPPETT (sighs)

Do you have any ethnic or religious affiliation?

CHRIS

I’m just a white guy who uses any occasion as a flimsy excuse to drink. Heavily.

TIPPETT

Next year, you are not allowed to take any day off that follows after one of these holidays. Is that clear?

CHRIS

Yes, Mr. Tippett.

TIPPETT

You may go back to work.

(Lights flash, Chris exits, and we transition to sometime in the future. Tippett presses an intercom button.)

TIPPETT

Levar, can you send Chris in?

LEVAR (VO)

He called in sick, today, Mr. Tippett. Said he had the flu.

TIPPETT

Really? Okay. Thank you, Levar.

LEVAR (VO)

You’re welcome.

(Tippett thinks for a moment. He grabs his desk calendar and looks at yesterday.)

TRIPPLETT

What was yesterday…Mother’s Day?

(Cut to a drunken Chris wearing pearls like they were Mardi Gras beads.)

CHRIS

Whoo! Whoo! Yay, mothers! This brunch rocks! Go moms! Who wants imitation pearls? Hey, lady! Show me your stretch marks! Whoo! (He suppresses some nausea.) I feel sick.

(Blackout)