(In a supermarket self-checkout area, Little Old Lady slowly steps forward each time the shoppers ahead advance gradually. As a kiosk’s light flashes when she is next in line, she gently picks up her basket that was set down on the floor and starts to head over there; she only makes it two steps before the shopper who was behind her zips around and zooms to the open kiosk)
Little Old Lady: Excuse me, but I was next.
The Cutter: (Pauses momentarily in high-speed scanning to address her) You snooze, you lose, GRAAAAAANDMAAAAAA! (Resumes scanning)
Employee: (Hurriedly approaches Little Old Lady) I am so sorry I couldn’t stop this in time – would you like me to ring up your purchases for you when another kiosk opens? (Gestures to The Cutter and lowers voice) I’ll also give that one the stink eye, if you like.
Little Old Lady: You are too kind, Overworked Employee, but no need – I have this under control. (Flings away the basket and suddenly grows to a height of 10 feet as lightning flashes, thunder booms, winds blast throughout the store, overhead lights flicker on and off, and everyone else ducks for cover)
The Cutter: (Dives partially under a shelf holding a can of beans) HOLY – !
Giant Old Lady: (In a booming voice) HEAR ME, WRETCH: DUE TO THY HEARTLESS IMPATIENCE AND JUST PLAIN RUDENESS, I HEREBY CURSE YE FOR ALL ETERNITY!
The Cutter: (Trying to huddle farther back into a corner; mutters) Cripes; that’s the second time this month.
Giant Old Lady: MY CURSE UNTO YE BE THIS: TO THE END OF THY DAYS, YE WILL NEVER FIND A PARKING SPOT AGAIN!
The Cursèd: (Eyes widen in horror) What?! Noooooooo!!!! (Scurries out from under the shelf to fall on knees before Giant Old Lady and clasp hands in supplication) Wait, please, I beg you, mercy! There’s no mass transit in this area; I have to drive to get anywhere; where am I gonna put the car???!!! (Is hit in the face with a wind-blown circular; flings it away)
Giant Old Lady: NOT MY PROBLEM!
The Cursèd: And this won’t just affect me, you know – I drive other people, too! Occasionally!
Giant Old Lady: THEY CAN BE DROPPED OFF!
The Cursèd: Drat. Some leniency then, please! I could have tripped you on my way past, but I didn’t!
Giant Old Lady: VERY WELL. MY CURSE IS EDITED TO BE THUS: THAT YE WILL NEVER FIND A GOOD PARKING SPOT AGAIN, AHAHAHAHA!!!
The Cursèd: (Lowers head into hands and sobs) Better, but not much.
Giant Old Lady: `TIS DONE, AND CANNOT BE UNDONE! (Waves arms in a flourish that whips up the winds even more, then shrinks back to previous size as the indoor weather abruptly stops and the overhead lights remain on)
Little Old Lady: (To Employee, who slowly emerges from behind a discount DVD bin) Apologies, but would you mind finding my basket, please? I seem to have misplaced it.
Employee: (Quickly shoves the items that had spilled out back into the basket and hands it at arm’s length to Little Old Lady) Here – on the house, basket and all.
Little Old Lady: (Gently takes it) Such a dear. (To The Cursèd) See where a little kindness can get you in life?
The Cursèd: Huuuuuuhhhhhh????
Little Old Lady: (On the way out of the store) Have a nice walk to your car; it’s the last time it’ll ever be this short, hee-hee-hee!
(The entire store stares at The Cursèd, who slowly stands and stares back at all the faces glaring in reproach)
The Cursèd: ….
The Store: ….
The Cursèd: …Old
people, am-I-right? (Is pelted by packages
of napkins and paper towels from all directions)
THE NEXT DAY
(In an office conference room)
Manager: (Addressing several employees seated at a long table, basically speaking to a packet of papers being reviewed) Budget got underestimated again this year, so guess who are not getting raises, again –
(A groan ripples across the table)
Coworker 1: Could the company tell that to all our bills?
Coworker 2: Yeah, if no one anywhere across the nation is getting raises lately, then how are prices still going up?
Manager: (Slowly looks up from the packet) I… don’t know…? (The Cursèd slips in through the door and slides into a seat at the end of the table; everyone else turns to stare) You realize this isn’t a huge lecture hall and we all saw you slither in here, yes?
The Cursèd: (Bites nails) I was hoping not to interrupt.
Manager: Mind explaining why you’re – (Checks watch and raises eyebrows) over two hours late to work today?
The Cursèd: (Stops biting) Right now?
Manager: Yes!
The Cursèd: (Mumbles at the table) I couldn’t find a parking spot.
Manager: What was that?
The Cursèd: I couldn’t find a spot to park my car!
Manager: That’s ridiculous; there are always tons of spots here!
The Cursèd: Well, today a bunch of school buses decided to take up half of them, and what was clearly non-emergency construction took over the rest by the time I got here!
Manager: So where’d you wind up, then? Don’t tell me the strip mall down the street?
The Cursèd: No, I’m not walking 10 blocks in highway traffic, are you kidding? I just parked out front and put on my hazard lights.
Manager: For all day?
The Cursèd: Yeah, why not?
Manager: For one thing, that’ll drain the battery right up, and for another, you’re probably going to get towed `cause that’s a fire lane.
The Cursèd: But they can’t tow me, I have my hazards on!
Coworker 3: (Leaning toward the window and peering down at the street) Hate to break it to you, but they’re towing you right now.
The Cursèd: (Runs out of the room) The curse, the curse!
(The rest stare at the empty doorway, then back at each other)
Manager: Is that
some new way of cursing? (The others
shrug)
THE NEXT WEEK
(At a theater during intermission)
Audience Member 1: (To Audience Member 2 as both stand and stretch) I tell you, this show keeps getting better as the night goes on!
Audience Member 2: I know, I’m so glad we got to see it today, I’ve been looking forward to it for ages! It’s been so much fun, I don’t even mind that we missed the first 10 minutes while looking for…. (Glances at phone)
Audience Member 1: Yeah. Wanna try calling again?
Audience Member 2: (Sighs) I guess, although it’s pretty much a moot point by now. (Selects a contact and waits for the call to pick up) Hey! So, any luck with the hunt?
The Cursèd: (On speaker phone, gripping the steering wheel while stopped mid-uphill in a parking garage) After my 57th circuit of this skyscraper, I spotted a pedestrian who is actually walking uphill instead of down – I believe my patience has at last been rewarded, since after stalking this individual for 13 levels they at last entered a vehicle, and all I have to do is wait with my blinker on to show that this spot is mine.
Audience Member 2: That’s great! How long you think it’ll take to get here from there, then?
The Cursèd: Well, I’ve been waiting for this car to depart for nearly half an hour, so any minute now it should take me another 10 to get there.
Audience Member 2: …I don’t think that person’s leaving anytime soon.
The Cursèd: (Grips the wheel tighter, bloodshot eyes blazing) MY PATIENCE WILL BE REWARDED!
Audience Member 2: (As house lights dim and both sit) All righty, keep me posted by text then, bye! (Ends call; whispers to Audience Member 1) Make sure to pick up an extra program on our way out.
Audience Member
1: (Whispers back as the curtain opens) Too bad they don’t let you do the old
“Turn on your hazards and leave the car out front” here.
THE NEXT MONTH
(At a church parking lot, The Cursèd wearily circles around again as a wedding party processes inside)
The Cursèd: (Exits the lot to start touring the full side streets) Whelp, guess I’m out of the will again. (Suddenly sees Little Old Lady waiting to cross the street, slams on the brakes and leans out the window) Oh come on!
Little Old Lady: (Points to the wedding party) Are those your relatives?
The Cursèd: Yes! My parents, for the third time! (Little Old Lady raises an eyebrow) Don’t ask.
Little Old Lady: It seems drama runs in the family. If you drop me off at the main door, you may find a spot right in front will have “miraculously” opened up, pun intended.
The Cursèd: (Flings open the passenger side door) Yes – please – anything – I’ve been driving non-stop for weeks and had to refill the gas tank 20 times this month! (Little Old Lady crosses the street and gets into the passenger seat; The Cursèd circles back to the parking lot) Wait a minute, you’re going to this wedding too? (Gasps in panic) Are we related?!
Little Old Lady: (Chuckles) Of course, everyone everywhere is related if you go back far enough. (The Cursèd’s eyes widen in realization) But in this case, I just volunteer to clean up after ceremonial messes.
The Cursèd: Oh good – I was afraid you were going to tell me I’ll turn into you one day or something. (Stops at the curb and gestures at the church’s main door) There it is – have at you, and never curse me again.
Little Old Lady: (While exiting the car) Oh dear, you do realize this is just a one-time reprieve: you’re still cursed for eternity, no getting out of it.
The Cursèd: Son of a – (Sees a car leaving a spot right in front) MINE! (Speeds away with the passenger side door still hanging open)
Little Old Lady: (Shakes head and tuts at the exhaust and burning rubber) Typical: no one ever learns their lesson after being eternally cursed.
