Thursday, January 30, 2020

Story 326: Celebrity Meet-and-Greet-and-Psychoanalyze


            (In the backstage green room for a talk show, that day’s celebrity guest waits for an audience member who had won a pre-show meet-and-greet)
            Celebrity: (Sitting on the couch and talking on the phone) Don’t worry, they screened this one and there’re no prior convictions or arrests…. They also checked her social media and she’s not too far out there…. Well, yeah, she is a bit obsessed but more with my career than with me personally – no worse than some of the others, and at least she hasn’t been hanging around the house peering in the windows, right?... I’m kidding, hon, I know we’re lucky that hasn’t happened yet!... I’ll be fine, Security’s right outside the door if she turns out to be a wild card, but I’m thinking it’ll be a bit of the usual fan-girling, we take some photos, she goes back to her front-row seat out in the audience, and it’s on with the show!... Yes, I’ll make sure to get -----’s autograph for you this time.  (There is knocking on the door) Oh, that’s them, gotta go – love you, bye!  (Disconnects the phone and stands, beaming widely) Come on in!
            (An assistant for the show opens the door and escorts the contest winner inside; an imposing security guard stands discreetly behind them in the corridor)
            Assistant: And here is our winner of the Meet-and-Greet!  (Slightly shoves Fan forward)
            Celebrity: (Shakes Fan’s hand) Welcome!  Lovely to meet you!
            Fan: (Head down, staring at the floor) Hi.
         Celebrity: …So, would you like something to drink, or snack on?  They said we can have anything we like here – coffee, tea, spring water, fall water, heh-heh-heh…?
            Fan: Nothing for me, thank you.
            Celebrity: …Right!  (To Assistant) I think we’re all set here, thanks!
          Assistant: OK; I’ll come back 15 minutes before start time.  (Behind Fan, Assistant mouths “Call us if she gets – ” and mimes going bonkers)
          Celebrity: (Waves off Assistant) That’s fine – thank you!  (Assistant leaves and closes the door; Celebrity looks back at Fan, smiling all the while as Fan still stares at the floor) Well!  Let’s have a seat, shall we?  (Gestures to a chair while sitting on an adjacent one; Fan sits gingerly) So! Congrats on the win – VIP treatment and all that – and so glad you could make it to the show today, I really appreciate you coming out here to support my new movie, especially this one, it was a real passion project.
            Fan: (Still looking down) Oh.  Thank you.  I mean, you’re welcome?
            Celebrity: (Laughs) So, mind if I ask you a few questions?
            Fan: Ummm, me?
          Celebrity: Yeah, mixes things up a little for me, especially right now on the old press tour, know-what-I-mean?
            Fan: Oh, yeah.
            Celebrity: Yeah… so, um, what do you do?  For a living, or just, you know, day-to-day?
            Fan: Oh, uh, I work in I.T.
            Celebrity: Oh, that’s great!
            Fan: It really isn’t.
           Celebrity: Ah.  (Drums fingers on the arm of the chair for a bit) Sorry, I don’t want to make this awkward, but seeing as I’m going to be simultaneously on stage and on screen in about half an hour, and you know how vain we performers all are, could you tell me – (Gestures around head) do I have something on my face that needs tending to?
            Fan: (Split-second peeks) No.
            Celebrity: You sure?  No stray gray hairs or sudden acne or hideous spots that’ll be magnified 1,000% by the cameras?
            Fan: Nope, you're good.
         Celebrity: Well, that’s a relief – it’s just from the way you were avoiding looking at me I thought I had something horrible going on that no one wanted to tell me about.
            Fan: (Finally looks up fully) Oh, sorry – guess I was being rude.
           Celebrity: Not at all!  This whole environment can be a bit nerve-wracking, even if you’re used to it – for instance, I just know I’m going to say something out there that everyone’ll hate me for by tomorrow, so it’s all good.
            Fan: (Solemnly) I would never.
            Celebrity: Oh, cheers.
            Fan: (Sighs) I’m sorry, I’m not being a good guest at all, it’s just….
            Celebrity: (Waits) Go on.
            Fan: Well, it’s – this is embarrassing – I was so excited to meet you today, and really nervous, and then, I had a dream about you last night.
            Celebrity: (Frozen smile and wide eyes) Oh?
            Fan: Oh don’t worry, it wasn’t gross or anything.
            Celebrity: Of course not.
            Fan: It’s just that, you’re an actual human being, not some character, and also you’re married and have kids, and the dream I had of you was really nice, for me, and now I feel like I exploited you or something.
            Celebrity: Oh, no worries; it wasn’t real, you know?
            Fan: I know, but it still feels like I invaded your privacy.
            Celebrity: It can’t have been as bad as all that – what happened, if I may ask?
          Fan: Well, it’s a bit jumbled now – you sure you want to hear someone trying to describe a dream they only half-remember?  I wouldn’t.
            Celebrity: Too late: if I’m starring in it, I have to know what happened.
            Fan: OK, um, it was one of those where you’re in a movie you’ve just seen – I mean, I was in one of your movies, from this year –
           Celebrity: Hang on – I’ve got three movies the studios all released at the same time, so is it the legal drama one or the murder mystery one or the comic superhero one?
            Fan: The comic superhero one.
            Celebrity: Ah, my bread and butter.  Proceed.
           Fan: OK, so I was in it, but not any scene I remember from the movie, just kind of rushing around, and then you were there – well actually, your character was there –
            Celebrity: (Leaning on hand in interest) Of course.
            Fan: And, I forget how, but we wound up sitting on some steps somewhere, and I was hugging you from behind, and then started slowly rocking you back and forth, like I was comforting a child, know what I mean?
            Celebrity: Mm-hm.  And then what?
            Fan: And that’s it.
         Celebrity: That’s it?  That’s not so bad – I’ve heard much worse, believe me.  (Shudders)
          Fan: I guess, but when I woke up all I kept thinking was how it felt nice for me at your expense.
            Celebrity: No worries – I’m fine.
            Fan: I also realized that, if it had been real, or at least a real person, I’d be thinking it felt nice but he’d be thinking, “OK, you can stop now.”
           Celebrity: Well, if anyone thought that then you shouldn’t be wasting your time with them.  Are you in a relationship now where you think they feel that way?
         Fan: No, but I’m afraid of getting stuck in one and not realizing it until way after the resentment’s set in.
            Celebrity: Well, all I can say is, you’ll either meet the love of your life like I did and put up with each other’s peccadillos, or you’ll do just fine on your own.
            Fan: Thanks.  Not to sound like a stalker, but I like how you guys seem to have such a stable life – your family seems awesome.
            Celebrity: They certainly are, which is why I’m seriously considering flying back home after the show today and skipping out on the rest of the press tour, I miss them so much.
            Fan: Good for you!  I hardly watch these things myself – I’m gonna go see the movie anyway, so why bother with all this extra advertising?
            Celebrity: That’s what I said!
            (Knock on the door, then Assistant enters)
            Assistant: Fifteen minutes!  (Mouths to Celebrity “Need the cops?”)
            Celebrity: Thank you, be right out!  (Assistant leaves; Celebrity and Fan stand) So, our time’s unfortunately up – wait a minute, I forgot to ask if you wanted any swag from the movie that I can sign for you, shoot!  (Starts frantically going through a case of tie-in merchandise and tossing items onto the couch)
            Fan: It’s OK, I don’t need any of that – I don’t even need the photo with you.
            Celebrity: Huh?
            Fan: This whole situation got me thinking: it’s really unfair that you’re made to feel like you owe people forced interactions, when it should be that you do your performance, we pay you to watch it, The End.  Instead you also have to do stuff like this, make small talk with randos who’ve dug up a lot more of your personal information than you’ll ever learn about us, which puts you at an extreme disadvantage in almost every conversation and makes you have to be polite and pleasant and “on,” all the time, even to people who are being extremely rude and inconveniencing you and your family and friends.
            Celebrity: Oh.  Well, it is part of the job when you start making an extremely large amount of money.  I don’t mind.
            Fan: Is it?  And don’t you?  I mean, it must be weird going from just being known by your small inner circle to total strangers stopping you everywhere so you can’t even go out to dinner anymore.  I’d feel penned-in, and scared some psycho’d think they were in love with me and owned my life when they hadn’t even known my name a few years ago.  And all because you’re an entertainer and like to make people laugh, and cry, and think, and try to make the world just a little bit better.
            Celebrity: (Near tears) Finally!  Someone who gets it!

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Story 325: It’s Not the Flu, It’s Just Food Poisoning


            (In an office)
           Coworker 1: (To Coworker 2 at an adjoining desk) It’s gotten so bad, I had to keep my kid home from school the other day when he got all phlegmy – turns out it was just allergies from our most recent bout of Fake Summer, but still, couldn’t take the chance, you know?  An entire class of parents would’ve been after my head if my kid’d infected their spawn.
            Coworker 2: And, also, you wouldn’t want to be responsible for getting other people sick.
            Coworker 1: Oh yeah, sure.
            (Coworker 3 enters with an ashen face, stringy hair, and rumpled clothing)
            Coworker 3: (From the depths) Morning.
           Coworker 1: (Stands and points at Coworker 3) No!  No!  You’re sick!  Get out!  Go home!  Go anywhere but here!   It’s probably already too late, argh!  I hate you.  (Grabs a disinfectant bottle and sprays everywhere)
            Coworker 3: (Drops briefcase and coat onto the floor and drops self onto the chair at the desk) Relax, I’m not sick.  (Holds stomach as it grumbles)
           Coworker 2: Sure doing a good impression of someone who is.  (Scooches chair slightly away)
            Coworker 3: I mean, I’m not sick with anything contagious.  I ate some bad veggies last night and my body went on automatic purge mode, so I didn’t catch anything; it’s entirely self-inflicted.  (Unwraps five pieces of ginger candy and pops them into mouth)
           Coworker 1: (Starts putting on a hazmat suit) Ha!  Bet you’re making that up – what’re your symptoms?
            Coworker 3: Please don’t make me relive my night of torture.
            Coworker 1: Tough – we need to determine whether you’re fit to be in our presence, breathing into our air, so spill!
           Coworker 3: (Grabs a mini-garbage can that is under the desk and holds it at the ready) Bad choice of words.
            Coworker 2: (Sympathetically) So, what happened?
            Coworker 3: Well, it all started when I went to the supermarket the other day –
            Coworker 1: Skip the prologue; what happened at the main event?!
           Coworker 3: (Suppresses a burp) Well, a few hours after dinner last night, I had a noisy and active date with the bathroom for quite some time, and apparently it was so good I got a call-back around 4:00 this morning.
            Coworker 2: Aww, poor thing.  (Rubs Coworker 3’s upper arm)
         Coworker 1: (Smacks Coworker 2’s hand with a ruler; muffled by the hazmat helmet) No touching Patient Zero!  (To Coworker 3) I’m still not convinced; the timing could just be a coincidence.
           Coworker 3: I was feeling fine all day until after dinner, and looking back now the vegetables did seem a bit suspect, so food poisoning’s the only logical conclusion.
            Coworker 1: That’s fallacious reasoning – correlation does not equal causation!
            Coworker 3: Huh?
          Coworker 1: Just because you got sick after dinner does not definitively prove that dinner made you sick!  Flu has an incubation period of up to four days, so you could’ve been walking around here with it this whole week!
            Coworker 3: (Holds grumbling stomach) I highly doubt it.
            Coworker 1: You’ve got all the classic symptoms!  Are you a doctor now, hm?!
            Coworker 3: No, are you?!
            Coworker 1: I vote we call Security and have you forcibly removed to home quarantine!
           Coworker 3: (Stands, then sways a bit and leans onto the desk) You’ll do no such thing!  I got the flu shot, this is just bad food that I’m already starting to recover from violently rejecting, so you’ve got nothing!  (Holds loudly grumbling stomach, then freezes)
           Coworker 1: (Also stands) “Starting to recover,” you say?  Starting to infect the rest of us, more like!  You know how many millions of people have gotten the flu this year?!  I refuse to join their ranks, do you hear me?!
           Coworker 2: (Also stands; to Coworker 3) Maybe you should go home, though – from a purely objective standpoint, you look terrible.
            Coworker 3: Yes, I will go home –
            Coworker 1: Aha!
           Coworker 3: Not because I have the flu, but because, like a child, I need to take care of my person, right now.  And any embarrassment I should be feeling is entirely supplanted by absolute irritation at this major inconvenience, and at you!  (Points at Coworker 1) So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking my lunch hour now.  (Stiffly backs out the door)
            Coworker 1: (Takes off the hazmat suit and sprays disinfectant everywhere again) Well, that’s taken care of splendidly.
            Coworker 2: (Sits) What do you mean?  I don’t think that was the flu.
           Coworker 1: (Also sits) Well, with all those people sick and even dying from it each year, I’m certainly not fooling around with something that may only turn out to be a mimic.
          (Several hours later; Coworker 3 is back and sitting at a desk off to the side, surrounded by a furniture barricade)
          Supervisor: (Enters in a rush) Bad news, folks: turns out a member of our office family unknowingly came in with the flu two days ago, so we probably’re all infected with it now.  Did you get the vaccine this year?
            Coworker 1: (Frozen) Yes.
            Coworker 2: I can’t get it anymore – I got Guillain-Barré Syndrome that one time.
            Supervisor: Oh.  Well, it’s a roll of the dice either way – just an FYI you all might get sick in the next day or so.
            Coworker 2: Oh dear heavens.
          Supervisor: So, if everybody could go ahead and submit their weekly reports by the end of today, that’d be lovely!  (Gives two thumbs up) Thanks-bye.  (Leaves)
          Coworker 1: So that’s it?!  We’ve been infected this whole time and didn’t even realize it’d happened?!
            Coworker 3: (Glares at Coworker 1 over the top of a chair pile) Does this mean I get credit for time served then?
            Coworker 1: (Sinks head down onto the desk) Oh ,who cares what you even really have, now we’re all going to be beaten up by our digestive systems within the next few days, plus who-knows-what-else, and I wash my hands and don’t touch doorknobs all the time, it’s not fair!  (Softly bangs fist on the desk and cries)
            Coworker 3: (Picks up mini-garbage can again as stomach grumbles) I really hope I don’t get the flu on top of this – I have nothing left to give.