Thursday, April 13, 2017

Story 181: Looking For Love – In A Movie



            Announcer: Are you tired of the singles scene?  Are you tired of the committed relationships scene?  Do you yearn for the kind of romance that seems to exist only on film and is over before the end credits roll?  Well, you’re going to have to keep on yearning because we already selected our final contestants.  In the meantime, continue with your voyeuristic and vicarious viewing with our new show:

[Title appears: Looking For Love – In A Movie]

            (Montage of adults ages 21-34 being interviewed)
           Announcer (Voiceover): We searched high and low for the perfect couple who would most appreciate the opportunity to experience thrilling adventure, meaningful life lessons, and steamy one-shot hookups in an average tropical paradise.  Failing that, we settled for the two hottest straight people with similar opinions we could find.
            (Shot of a woman facing the camera: the caption at the bottom of the screen reads “Sofia, Age 28, Paralegal/Amateur Thrill-Seeker”)
            Sofia: What I’m looking for in a movie-style romance is a guy who’s impossibly handsome yet improbably kind, but not a pushover, know-what-I-mean?  Good to his family, and has friends who aren’t, you know, boors.
            Announcer (V.O.): Bores?
            Sofia: Boooors.  You know: animals.
            Announcer (V.O.): I see.
            (Shot of a man facing the camera: the caption at the bottom of the screen reads “Dafydd, Age 28, Construction Worker/Amateur Thrill-Seeker”)
            Dafydd: What I’m looking for in a movie-style romance is a girl who lets me be who I need to be.  I want adventure, lots and lots of adventure, so when that’s happening she can’t be all clingy; on the flip side, she also can’t be more competent than I am.  None of this “I need her to save my life figuratively AND literally” nonsense: the only lives she should be saving are those of an extremely close friend or a first-degree relative.  Also, please, I don’t want anyone who’s a screamer; no whiners, constant complainers, criers –
            Sofia: He should be strong, but not so strong that I’m afraid for my life when we’re hugging.  And he should be sensitive to the point that he respects other people’s feelings and he can cry, but not to where he’s bawling over anyone who isn’t his best friend or a parent.  Yeah, I’d like a few tears.
            Dafydd: – hags, nags, shrills, shrews –
           Sofia: Absolutely ready to sacrifice his life for me or, you know, a worthy cause: nobility is such a turn-on.
          Dafydd: – Mummy issues, Daddy issues, social anxiety issues, body image issues – listen ladies, I can’t speak for my fellow hetero men, but I can assure you that whatever flaws you say you have mean nothing once the clothes come off.  Neanderthal, perhaps, yet ironically progressive.
           Sofia: I think I mentioned this already: he has to be drop-dead gorgeous.  If he knows he is, though, that’s a deal-breaker.
            Dafydd: Bottom line: no b----es.  Can I say “b----” on this?
            Announcer (V.O.): No.
         Dafydd: Oh.  (Smiles with an “aha” moment) No witches.  Seriously, I mean it: no actual practicing witches.
            Announcer (V.O.): Why not?
            Dafydd: They have more power than I do.
            Sofia: Basically, he can’t be a d---.  Can I say “d---” on this?
            Announcer (V.O.): No.
            Sofia: Hm.  How about “jerk?”
            Announcer (V.O.): Sure.
            Sofia: (Mulls this over) Doesn’t have the same effect.
            (Cut to an average tropical paradise)
          Announcer: (Standing in front of the ocean) Without formal introductions, we delivered our movie romance couple onto this beach to set the mood.  (Camera pans over to a plane engulfed in flames – the flight crew members battle the fires as our heroes run away from the wreckage.  Dafydd eventually carries Sofia into the jungle and drops her off by a stream)
            Sofia: I was all right, but thanks anyway!
           Dafydd: Can’t talk – must go save the others!  (He starts to run back to the plane, but he sees that the fires have been extinguished and everyone is taking a lunch break)  Oh.  (He turns back to Sofia) It’s too late for the rest of them – I can’t face it again – it brings back such horrible memories of all those coal mine fires in my hometown in Wales.
            Sofia: Oh my.  Are you a coal miner?
            Dafydd: Would you like me to be?
            Sofia: I’m just asking if you are or not.
           Dafydd: Don’t get all judgemental on me!  You’re such a princess; I bet you’ve never done real work a day in your life!
            Sofia: Wait, are we doing the “Hate/Lust at First Sight” angle?  I thought we were doing the “Bonding Over Shared Peril” one.
            Dafydd: Those are just two sides of the same coin to me.
            (Announcer jogs onto the scene)
         Announcer: Right, sorry Sofia, we gave you the wrong set of notes: you’re doing the “Hate/Lust at First Sight” storyline; it seemed to fit your personalities better and audiences supposedly love it.
            Sofia: Oh, OK, just so we’re all on the same page.
            Announcer: Great!  (She gives them two thumbs-up and jogs off-screen)
            Sofia: All right then.  (She turns back to Dafydd) Listen punk, I don’t care how much trauma you claim you’ve suffered or how hot you are: no one speaks to me like that, no one!  I’ve faced legal briefs more intimidating than you!
            Dafydd: Ugh, you’re a lawyer?
            Sofia: Heck no, I’m a paralegal.
            Dafydd: Potato, potahto.
            Sofia: You still never answered my question: are you a coal miner?
            Dafydd: No!  I’m a construction worker.
            Sofia: Oh.
            Dafydd: Knew it!  Such a princess!
            Sofia: That was a non-committal “Oh!”  You’re such a meathead!
            Dafydd: Am not!  I work hard to take care of my family and I bury my feelings every day so they won’t overwhelm me!  You’re a parasitic snob!
            Sofia: Am not!  I help represent the poorest of the poor and I can’t sleep at night with all the injustice in the world!
            (They pause, gasping for breath)
            Dafydd: Wanna make out?
            Sofia: Yep.  (They make out)
            (Cut to Announcer holding a cocktail while strolling along the beach in the moonlight)
            Announcer: Well, things certainly have progressed rapidly.  We had a whole obstacle course for one of them to save the other from molten lava and venomous snakes, all while fighting their conflicted feelings – and each other – but now that all seems rather pointless.  (The camera pans over to the couple snuggling in beach chairs by the water) Excuse me!  (They turn to her) So how’s everything?
            Dafydd: Couldn’t be better.
            Sofia: I’ve never been happier in my entire life.
           Announcer: We have another week and a half booked here, so I’d like to go over the itinerary with you –
            Sofia: Sure thing, but just to clarify, he and I never have to see each other ever again after the show’s over, right?
            Announcer: Well no, that’s sort of the whole point, unless you want to –
            Dafydd and Sofia: No-no-no-no-
          Dafydd: This is perfect: exciting romance with none of the dangers involved in a one-night stand or the years of mutual resentment in every other long-term relationship on this planet.
            Sofia: It’s a dream come true!  And I’ll treasure it always because it’ll be over forever really soon!
            Announcer: (To camera) I think this worked out a little too well.  (Checks alert on phone) Oh, look at that: a class-action lawsuit has just been filed against the network by every business involved in the dating and wedding industries.  (Back to the camera) Thank you for joining us in our first and only season.  Until my next show, keep watching movies and living in a dream world: it’s the only way to endure.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Story 180: Automobile’s Lament



            I wait for you all day while you’re at work
            I wait for you all through the night
            Through sun, through snow, through rain, and no,
            Abandoning someone this long is not right.
           
            Would it be asking too much for you to change the oil?
            Would cleaning the undercarriage of salt burden your soul?
            Would windshield wiper fluid break the bank?
            Would a vacuum over the seat cushions take a toll?

            I never complain about my loneliness and sorrow
            While you stay snug inside your cozy home
While you go off to a party that ends with the sunrise
            I always must be ready to roam.

            You only notice me when my parts aren’t working
            Or when I am covered in ice
            Or when we are in a collision
            Seeing me for me would be nice.

            I will wait for you all the days you ride a bus
            I will wait for you when you vacation far away
            I will wait for you when you inevitably trade me in
            I will wait for you….

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Story 179: Average and the Beast



(A parody of several versions of Beauty and the Beast)

            Once: there was an average-looking girl who became imprisoned in the castle of THE BEAST, after exchanging her freedom for her father’s after he wandered off and had tried to take a rose from The Beast’s neglected garden as a present for her.  A bit harsh, but so is being transformed for possibly eternity just for rudeness: the world is a cruel place.  That night, the average-looking girl was invited to dinner with The Beast….

            (Average waits at the end of a long table for The Beast to arrive.  The only dish placed for her features some lukewarm soup with a bit of stale bread on the side.  The dining room door bangs open and The Beast prowls in, knocking vases off side-tables and destroying the place settings as he slumps into the chair at the other end of the table.  Average cannot take her eyes off his three-day beard, rat’s nest hair, beer belly, stained undershirt, and sallow skin)
          The Beast: (Stares at Average with bloodshot eyes) Well, go ahead; don’t let me stop you.  (Burps)
            Average: (Slowly eats the soup; attempts a cheery tone) It tastes good.
            The Beast: DON’T LIE TO ME!  (Average freezes)  You really like it?
            Average: Yes, I detect a hint of rosemary; that’s my favorite.
            The Beast: That’s great – will you marry me?
            Average: (Drops her spoon) What?!
           The Beast: (Tears into the bread at his dish and talks with his mouth full) Don’t make me repeat myself.
            Average: What – no – how can you – what – I don’t – when did – how – why – I – what – ?
            The Beast: Pick a question, please.
            Average: Why are you asking me to marry you?  We literally just met two hours ago and I’m your replacement prisoner!
            The Beast: I can’t tell you why.  You just have to say “yes” and everything will be all right.  (Starts picking his teeth with a fork)
            Average: Well, I can tell you right now that if it means having to look at this (Waves her hand up and down at him) every day for the rest of my life, then the answer is a resounding “NO!”
            The Beast: Suit yourself; I’ll ask again at dinner tomorrow.  (Shoves himself up from the chair to leave)
            Average: Wait!  (The Beast slumps down into the chair again, sighing) You have to tell me why, if only so we don’t have the same conversation every night.  That’ll get annoying.
            The Beast: I suppose that’s as good a reason as any.  (Clears his throat very loudly, several times)
            Average: What are you doing?
         The Beast: Preparing to tell the story!  Impatient.  (Clears his throat some more) Once – could’ve been a year ago, could’ve been a decade, I forget – some random old woman showed up here during some random old blizzard and asked me for shelter.
            Average: Awwww….
            The Beast: No, not “Awww”: she was wretched, she was dripping melting snow all over the marble floor, and to top it off, her method of payment was utterly unacceptable!
            Average: Why, what did she give you?
            The Beast: Get this: a rose.  One, single, boring, useless rose, as if that was actually currency, when the sign on the front gate clearly states that rooms here are 250 a night, because money, honey, is what makes all this (He twirls his fingers around his head to indicate the castle) work!
            Average: I see.  Then what happened?
          The Beast: Then, two seconds before I was going to toss her old self out onto the nearest snowdrift, she cursed me.
            Average: I’d curse at you, too.
            The Beast: Not at me – she put a spell on me!  Turns out that she wasn’t an old coot but a hot witch all along.  Obviously, I would have given her the best room in the place – mine, with me – if she hadn’t arrived with false advertising.
            Average: Obviously.  So what was the spell?
            The Beast: (Gives her a withering look) She turned me into a beast!  I didn’t always look like this, you know – normally, I’m quite the stud.
            Average: OK.
            The Beast: I am!
            Average: Sure, I believe you.  (Coughs into her napkin for a bit) And this was all to teach you a lesson about not being a rude snob then, yes?
           The Beast: I guess.  Probably would’ve been easier if she’d just made me live as a dirty peasant like you for a day.  (Average grinds her teeth) She didn’t have to make me so ugh, and she didn’t have to go and curse my servants, either – nothing ever gets done around here anymore.
            Average: (Looks from side-to-side out of the corners of her eyes) Servants?
          The Beast: Yeah, they were punished along with me.  I can take it, but they’re too weak to handle enchantments, why should we all have to suffer?
            Average: So were they also turned into beasts?
            The Beast: (Speaks with an unsaid “Duh”) No, they were made invisible.  (Starts playing with a 200-year-old bottle of wine) Ever since then, I haven’t heard a peep out of them, they’re so ashamed.
            Average: (After a moment) Um, Monsieur – Beast?
            The Beast: It’s not Monsieur, it’s Prince!  And my name’s not “Beast,” it’s Robert Pierre du Lac du Terre!  If I had any friends, they’d’ve called me Bob.
            Average: OK, Prince – Bob.  Just throwing this out there: have you considered the possibility that, after you were cursed, your servants… left?
            The Beast: (In a low voice) That actually would explain a lot.
            Average: All right, next question: how did this lead to you asking strangers to marry you?
            The Beast: Ah, that’s the crux of the matter.  The hot witch said that I had to love and be loved in return for the spell to be undone or else I’ll be a beast forever.  Or is it be loved and love in return?  At any rate, I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone because that might taint the “be loved” bit, but you know.
            Average: And since I was the first female who’s ever graced your doorstep after the curse, you automatically think I must be the one to solve all your problems?!
            The Beast: Do you know how long it’s been since anyone has come here?!  I would’ve made a play for your dad if he hadn’t tried to steal from me – I cannot abide a thief, just cannot.  Plus I hate roses now, for obvious reasons.
            Average: Yes, he shouldn’t have taken something without asking, but you realize that love, actual love, doesn’t work like this, right?
            The Beast: (Leans messily over his plate) How about now?  (Smiles, showing his few stained teeth)
            Average: (Trying not to gag) Sorry, your curse is going to have to stay until some other victim – soulmate! – comes along.  (Stands) I regret that I will be unable to serve out the remainder of my sentence, Your Highness.
            The Beast: (Stands in a panic) You’re not leaving?  Was it something I said?
            Average: Yes!  It was everything you said, and did, and emitted!  (Starts to back out towards the door) Go read up on what healthy human relationships are and maybe you’ll have better luck next time.
            The Beast: (Starts to follow her) Next time?!  There may not be a next time, or any other time – would you doom me to remain a beast forever?!
            Average: You seem like you’re doing all right for yourself.
            The Beast: You can’t see it, but I’m covered in unwanted body hair!
            Average: Try shaving.  And taking a bath.  (Runs out of the room)
            The Beast: (Slumps into Average’s chair for a moment, then starts slurping the rest of the soup out of the dish.  Shouts over his shoulder towards the door) By the way, now you owe me 250 for the room!
            Average: (From a distance) I never stayed the night!  (Gallops away)
            The Beast: Fair enough.  (Slurps some more) Maybe I need to imprison the father of someone not-so-average next time.
            (The Enchantress appears before him)
            Enchantress: You could also learn to be a better person!  The love of and for your people would work on the curse just as well – it really is the whole point!
            The Beast: (Lays his head down on the table) Nope: that sounds too exhausting.