(At
a New Year’s Eve Party)
Friend
1: (To Host) These parties are great and all, I’m just saying maybe once in a while
we should have them on New Year’s Day, keep things interesting,
know-what-I-mean?
Host:
…Yeah, no. (Leaves to wash dishes)
Friend
1: (Sips drink) It’s only 11:00 and no one gets me. (Is handed a box) Oh, is this for me? Thank you.
(Sets down drink and opens box; inside is a watch nestled in a pile
of glittery tissue paper) What’s this?
Virus:
A timer. To count down the hours until
you feel the full effects of the stomach virus that you just caught,
ha-HA! Which is me, by the way; sorry I blew
past the formal introduction there.
Friend
1: (Stares at Virus, then at watch, then back at Virus) I’m sorry, I didn’t
think I was that drunk yet – are you our Host’s new neighbor or something?
Virus:
(Pats the top of Friend 1’s head) Oh silly child, you’ll never even know what
you did to let me in. I’ve already gotten
half the people in this place, and I’m now working on the other half – some of
you guys are wily though, especially that one who keeps using hand
sanitizer every 30 minutes. Ironically,
that only makes my brethren and me stronger in the long run. (Looks up sharply) Dang it, someone else
washed their hands after using the bathroom!
(Back to Friend 1) Oh well: the goal is always 100%, but we’ll settle
for a 95% maximum, hm? Cheers. (Moves on)
Friend
2: (Arrives carrying a tray of pizza rolls while munching on them and sees
Friend 1 staring at the box) What’s that, a revenge gift from someone who
forgot you last week?
Friend
1: Close – apparently, I now have a stomach virus that will hit me in exactly…
(Peers at watch) 47 hours, 17 minutes, and 35 – 34 – 33 –
Friend
2: (Sets down tray and looks over at the watch) Oh, you got one of those; yeah,
I saw a whole bunch of people have them tonight. Bummer, dude.
Friend
1: I see you don’t.
Friend
2: `Cause I’m constantly washing my hands and I don’t hug or kiss anybody, ever. And seeing as you’ve now been gifted, I’m not
speaking to you for literally the rest of this year. (Moves to pick up the tray)
Friend
1: (Grabs Friend 2’s sleeve) Wait a minute –
Friend
2: Don’t touch me, Afflicted!
Friend
1: (Releases sleeve) All right, but please don’t leave me all alone, I’m
scared!
Friend
2: Of what? It’s not even going to
happen until later this week and it’ll just be a day of hurling your guts out,
then it’s all over and life resumes like it never happened.
Friend
1: Easy for you to say, you don’t have an appointment with the toilet in less
than two days!
Friend
2: I’ve already served my time; I shouldn’t have to again so soon. Besides, what could I possibly do to help
while you’re barfing, hold your hand?
Friend
1: (Looks down and toes the floor) Maybe….
Friend
2: Ew; look, when it happens, have some ginger or chamomile tea, call out from
work if you can, and sleep the rest of it off, that’s really all you can
do. (Snatches the glass that Friend 1 is
downing out of the latter’s hand) And stop drinking this stuff; it’s only going
to aggravate it!
Friend
1: (Sniffs) It’s absolute rot that I have to start off
a brand New Year doomed.
Friend
2: Yeah, well, I have to go into work early tomorrow morning, so we’ll be
miserable together – happy?
Virus:
(Slinks by Friend 2) Hello there.
You wouldn’t happen to want to take a sip from your friend’s glass,
would you?
Friend
2: Buzz off, Bacteria! (Tosses glass’s
contents at Virus)
Virus:
(Sighs and moves on, muttering) I am a virus – honestly, we don’t even
look anything alike. And what am I going
to do with all these extra boxes if my quota isn’t filled?!
Friend
1: Guess I should get my affairs in order before the big day.
Friend
2: Oh please. Go have your pity party in
the corner somewhere; I’m going with the other sheep to watch the ball
drop. (Picks up the tray and uses it to
keep others away) Out of my way with your microscopic hitchhikers!
FORTY-SEVEN HOURS
LATER
Friend
2: (Answers phone) Hello?
Friend
1: It’s almost time.
Friend
2: For the love of – why are you still awake?!
Go to sleep and maybe by the morning it’ll have left.
Friend
1: I’m afraid if I sleep I won’t wake up in time; I made an unobstructed path
to the bathroom just in case.
Friend
2: Well, goody for you. Can I go back to
bed now?
Friend
1: All right, here we go: the watch says I have 5, 4, 3 –
Friend
2: Arrrrrgggghhhh….
Friend
1: – 2 – 1. (The watch beeps loudly,
ending with an ominous “HA, HA, HA.”) This is it.
Friend
2: OK, all the best, bye!
Friend
1: Wait!
Friend
2: What?
Friend
1: (Almost disappointed) Nothing happened.
Friend
2: Well there you go: a literal false alarm, heh-heh.
Friend
1: Although – mm – I feel weirdly hungry – but also oddly full –
Friend
2: Yep, that’s it, don’t envy you right now, just ride it out, gotta go!
Friend
1: Hold on, you can’t hang up on me now, what if I need you?
Friend
2: For what?!
Friend
1: Moral support.
Friend
2: Just go to sleep! Nothing more can be
done for you!
Friend
1: Ow, now you’re hurting my head.
Friend
2: Good, `cause you’re hurting mine since I have to get up in five hours and it’ll
take me at least one of those to fall asleep again! Don’t even think about calling me until this
is over! (Disconnects)
Friend
1: (Sets down the phone as stomach rumbles) I know – hang in there, buddy, hang
in there.
TWO DAYS LATER
(At
a diner)
Friend
2: (Watching Friend 1 devour a sandwich) You know, this may give you another
stomach problem for an unrelated reason.
Friend
1: (With mouth full) I don’t care: this is the first real meal I’ve had in over
a day. (Slurps water)
Friend
2: So, did we learn anything from all of this?
Friend
1: Yep: no matter what we do, the hand of Fate can always strike us down.
Friend
2: What? No, it was: try to keep
yourself clean, and handle any illness you get with at least a modicum of
self-respect, you big baby!
Friend
1: Eh, different strokes. (Starts destroying
a brownie)
Friend
2: And you should really work your way up to that. (Is handed a box) What’s this? (Friend 1 freezes mid-bite; Friend 2 opens
the box and slowly pulls out a watch in horror)
Virus:
Got ya!
Friend
2: NOOOOOOOO!!!!
Virus:
At last! 95%! In your face, Common Cold! (Continues making deliveries throughout the
diner)
Friend
1: (Resumes eating as Friend 2 stares at the watch that reads 47:20:13-12-11….)
Guess the hand of Fate strikes again.
But don’t worry: it’ll all be over in a few days so just have some tea,
sleep it off, and make sure you keep some self-respect.
Friend
2: If I can ever prove that I got this from you, then I’m really not speaking
to you for the rest of this year.
