(scene: bedroom or a single chair and end table)
MOM -- (enters wearing pajamas, robe and slippers, reading book, carrying a box of chocolates, sits)
DAD -- (from off stage) Honey, I'm home! (shouts) What on earth happened, Honey?! Are you alright?
MOM -- (without looking) I'm in the bedroom. (eats a piece of candy)
DAD -- (enters wearing business suit, carrying suit jacket and briefcase) Honey! Are you alright?!
MOM -- (without looking) Yes. I'm fine.
DAD -- You're still in your pajamas. Are you sick?
MOM -- (turns page) No. I feel fine.
DAD -- What happened around here?
MOM -- Nothing. It was just an average day.
DAD -- An average day?! How can you say it was an average day?! Look at this house!
MOM -- I already looked at it.
DAD -- And you think THIS is NORMAL?!
MOM -- What I said was that this was an average day.
DAD -- How can you say this was an average day, when the entire house looks like an explosion?!
MOM -- This is a really good book. Have you ever read any books by this author?
DAD -- I think you've snapped a twig! There are dirty dishes from two meals all over the kitchen.
MOM -- FOUR meals. The kids have two snacks every day.
DAD -- You don't think it's a bit unusual that every dish in the cupboard is dirty?!
MOM -- I let the kids make their own meals today. They tend to use a lot of dishes when they cook for themselves.
DAD -- And what was that WAD of wet clothes doing on the laundry room floor?
MOM -- The kids wanted to help with the laundry, but they lost interest.
DAD -- This is really weird!
MOM -- (distracted with book) Huh? What was that, dear?
DAD -- None of the beds are made. There are dirty clothes strewn all over the floors. There's a mess in the bathroom....
MOM -- Oh, that. I let the kids give the dog his bath.
DAD -- Do you know what the kids are doing now?
MOM -- Last I checked on them, they were making mud pies.
DAD -- Well, they're now using the mud pies as weapons.
MOM -- You might want to tell them to clean up for dinner.
DAD -- What dinner?! There's nothing on the stove or in the oven!
MOM -- I'm sure you'll find something.
DAD -- There's nothing to find! The refrigerator and cupboards look like Old Mother Hubbard! What's going on here?! What are you up to?
MOM -- Actually, I'm not up to anything.
DAD -- You're up to SOMEthing! I know it!
MOM -- I'm just answering your question.
DAD -- What question?
MOM -- You asked me what I do all day.
DAD -- Yes, and you couldn't tell me.
MOM -- Does THIS answer your question?
DAD -- (looks around) I think I owe you an apology.
MOM -- An apology?
DAD -- Yes, I've always thought that I was the only one in this family who works for a living. But, as a matter of fact, I wouldn't dare to trade jobs with you, regardless of salary.
MOM -- Why, thank you for your acknowledgement.
DAD -- Now, can we please eat dinner?!
MOM -- (reading) Sure. Let me know when it's ready.
DAD -- (exiting) Oh, you're going to play THAT game, huh? Well, I'll just order delivery pizza.
MOM -- Sounds good to me.
DAD -- (re-enters) I can't find the phone number. Can you call?
MOM -- (exits with Dad) Sure. You can count on me!
-Bob Snook-
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