Post by Jet on Apr 7, 2020 9:31:50 GMT -6
In the produce section of the Woodstock Piggly Wiggly ...
Scene: Mrs. Myrtle Williams, early 80s, sweet but fiercely independent, meanders through the produce section, using her decades of shopping experience to select the best produce to buy. Also shopping is Baldy, 50ish, oafish, bull in a china shop, who was told to get some fresh fruit and vegetables by the long-suffering, saintly Mrs. Baldy.
MRS. MYRTLE (humming, and speaking out loud, but to no one in particular): "My, my, aren't these apples just lovely?"
BALDY (blocked from getting to the fruit by Mrs. Myrtle's slow movement): "Come on, lady. I got places to be."
MRS. MYRTLE (without turning around): "It'll be OK, son. I'll be done here shortly. No need to be in a hurry."
BALDY: "At your age, you ought to be in a hurry. You shouldn't even buy green bananas. Listen, lady, I've got a lot on my plate. I've got coaches to email, my neighbor's bombs to defuse, and whatever else. So, let's get on the stick."
MRS. MYRTLE (still shopping and ignoring Baldy): "Let's take a look at these cantaloupes."
BALDY: "You look like Malik Miller trying to get past the line of scrimmage."
MRS. MYRTLE (picks up an unusually large cantaloupe): "Mercy me, I do believe this is the largest cantaloupe I've ever seen ... (turns around to face Baldy and notices his dome) ... or maybe not."
BALDY: "Very funny. Don't you have an American flag to sew, Betsy Ross?"
MRS. MYRTLE: "You'll see stars and stripes when I bean you with this cantaloupe."
BALDY: "You'd have to catch me first."
MRS. MYRTLE: "Oh, dearie, dear. It is you. It is you. I thought you were ... what do they call it? ... an urban legend. Well, I'll have you know I beat Sister FloJo in the Senior Olympics five straight years. And all of metro Atlanta knows you've got Jake Holland speed. So, I'll give you a head start. I'll count to 10 ... 1 ... 2 ..."
BALDY: "Ma'am, ma'am, I believe there's been a misunderstanding."
MRS. MYRTLE: "Yes, I'm sure there has been ... Doofus."
Mrs. Myrtle returns to her fruit shopping. Baldy drops to his knees and crawls away.
END SCENE.
Scene: Mrs. Myrtle Williams, early 80s, sweet but fiercely independent, meanders through the produce section, using her decades of shopping experience to select the best produce to buy. Also shopping is Baldy, 50ish, oafish, bull in a china shop, who was told to get some fresh fruit and vegetables by the long-suffering, saintly Mrs. Baldy.
MRS. MYRTLE (humming, and speaking out loud, but to no one in particular): "My, my, aren't these apples just lovely?"
BALDY (blocked from getting to the fruit by Mrs. Myrtle's slow movement): "Come on, lady. I got places to be."
MRS. MYRTLE (without turning around): "It'll be OK, son. I'll be done here shortly. No need to be in a hurry."
BALDY: "At your age, you ought to be in a hurry. You shouldn't even buy green bananas. Listen, lady, I've got a lot on my plate. I've got coaches to email, my neighbor's bombs to defuse, and whatever else. So, let's get on the stick."
MRS. MYRTLE (still shopping and ignoring Baldy): "Let's take a look at these cantaloupes."
BALDY: "You look like Malik Miller trying to get past the line of scrimmage."
MRS. MYRTLE (picks up an unusually large cantaloupe): "Mercy me, I do believe this is the largest cantaloupe I've ever seen ... (turns around to face Baldy and notices his dome) ... or maybe not."
BALDY: "Very funny. Don't you have an American flag to sew, Betsy Ross?"
MRS. MYRTLE: "You'll see stars and stripes when I bean you with this cantaloupe."
BALDY: "You'd have to catch me first."
MRS. MYRTLE: "Oh, dearie, dear. It is you. It is you. I thought you were ... what do they call it? ... an urban legend. Well, I'll have you know I beat Sister FloJo in the Senior Olympics five straight years. And all of metro Atlanta knows you've got Jake Holland speed. So, I'll give you a head start. I'll count to 10 ... 1 ... 2 ..."
BALDY: "Ma'am, ma'am, I believe there's been a misunderstanding."
MRS. MYRTLE: "Yes, I'm sure there has been ... Doofus."
Mrs. Myrtle returns to her fruit shopping. Baldy drops to his knees and crawls away.
END SCENE.