Story 484: Get Me to the Plane on Time

 (In a mega airport, Passenger 1 and Passenger 2 stand on the serpentine security line that spans two wings of the terminal)

Passenger 1: (Constantly leaning to each side to look ahead as the line slightly shuffles forward every 30 seconds) Oooh, it’s barely moving, and I think the section ahead of us has gotten longer!

Passenger 2: (Watching a heartwarming kitten video on a phone, not looking up) Relax: long as it’s moving.  (Still watches the video as everyone advances 5 inches)

Passenger 1: Barely!  (Checks watch) We’ll be lucky if we make it to our gate before the plane takes off, and we got here three hours ago!

Passenger 2: No big deal – they all know the line here is extra-long, they’ll hold the plane.

Passenger 1: No they won’t!  They’ll just tell us we should’ve gotten here last night!  (Sees an airport security officer pulling the retractable belt from one nearby stanchion to another, extending the line they are one just as they were about to make the next turn closer to the checkpoint, and points at the belt in accusation) See?!  See?!  We just got an hour added to our wait time!

Passenger 2: (Chuckling at the cute video) Heh-heh-heh – what?  (Finally looks up and sees the newly extended line) Eh; it happens.  (Returns to the video and blocks out the world again)

Passenger 1: That tears it!  (Leans over the line’s retractable belt a bit and holds out a boarding pass to get the attention of a passing employee) Excuse me, hard-working worker?

Security Officer 1: (Stops) You have five seconds to state your case.

Passenger 1: We’ve been on this never-ending line for hours and our plane leaves in less than 30 minutes.

Security Officer 1: (Peers at the boarding pass) Yeah, that’s pretty much the theme of the millennium.

Passenger 1: I normally don’t like to make a fuss –

Passenger 2: (Back to not looking up) Sure you do.

Passenger 1: – but as you can see, we probably won’t be through this line until at least tomorrow, and there’s a slight chance the plane won’t still be here by then.

Security Officer 1: Gotcha.  (Lifts up one side of the belt for the two to pass through) Follow me, please.

Everyone Else on Line: HEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

Security Officer 1: They’ve served their time!

Everyone Else on Line: Grumble – mutter – rhubarb –

(Security Officer 1 guides Passenger 1 and Passenger 2 to the checkpoint where they show their IDs and deposit their carry-on bags, shoes, jackets, and phones onto the conveyor belt for the luggage scanner as they walk through the body scanners)

Security Officer 2: (To Passenger 1 as the body scanner goes off) Step over here, please.

Passenger 1: (Still holding hands above head) What?!  What?!

Security Officer 2: Pardon me?

Passenger 1: (Whispers) I meant, “What?”

Security Officer 2: Have to do a brief pat-down of your left leg that set off the scanner.

Passenger 1: We all know that I moved too early and the thing’s super-sensitive!

Security Officer 2: You want this to turn into a body cavity search?  `Cause I don’t.

Passenger 1: Please proceed with your original plan.

Security Officer 2: (After a brief pat-down of the left leg) All good, thank you, get out of here.

Passenger 1: (Quickly trots away) Thank you for keeping us all safe!  (Reaches the conveyor belt and suddenly stops, staring at the end where everyone’s belongings appear) Where are my shoes?

Security Officer 3: (Holds up a messenger bag) This your bag?

Passenger 1: Yessss….

Security Officer 3: I have to search it since the scanner couldn’t see through to what you have in here.

Passenger 1: For the love of – please proceed.

Security Officer 3: (Opens the bag and uses a stick to move items around) Looks all right, but your wallet was blocking everything else – you have a lot of change in there?

Passenger 1: (Grabs shoes and starts putting them on) Yes, I have 97¢ in pennies.

Security Officer 3: Seriously?

Passenger 1: Everyone wants exact change!

Security Officer 3: (Hands back the bag) Not in pennies – enjoy your flight.

Passenger 1: (Takes the bag and puts on jacket) No one ever does!  But thanks.  (Finds Passenger 2 sitting on a nearby bench, still watching kitten videos) And where were you this whole time?!

Passenger 2: Here.  The employee who helped us earlier said we can catch a shuttle bus outside that’ll take us to the gate in… (Checks watch) less than five minutes.

Passenger 1: (Also checks watch) Probably’ll get there in time to see the plane take off, but let’s go!

(They follow signs for the exit to the intra-airport shuttle bus; once outside, they descend a staircase to the tarmac and join a group of passengers waiting)

Passenger 1: (To one of the group) You waiting for the bus to Gate 1,372?

Passenger 3: Yeah, but I’m heading for Gate 954 – should drop us off somewhere near both.

Passenger 1: (Starts bouncing lightly on feet while peering in the distance for the bus) We’re not gonna make it in time….

Passenger 3: I wouldn’t worry; flights are always delayed.

Passenger 1: And yet the door’ll be slammed shut right on time!  Maybe.

Passenger 3: We should be in luck – I heard the employee on the bus used to be a race car driver.

Passenger 1: Huh?

(The group turns as one as a squeal of tires announces an accordion bus wildly rounding the corner and skidding to a screeching halt in front of them)

Bus Driver: (After the door opens) No time to waste; get-in-get-in-get-in!

Passenger 4: (In a wheelchair) Excuse me, do you have – ?

Bus Driver: Yes!  (Already had started the mechanism for the wheelchair lift to descend; squeezes past the boarding passengers to exit the bus, grabs the wheelchair, hauls Passenger 4 onto the lift, runs back into the bus, and retracts the lift so Passenger 4 can board)

Passenger 4: (Wheels to an open space in the seating area) How… efficient.

Bus Driver: (After the last passenger has boarded) Everyone in? 

Passengers: Yes.

Bus Driver: (Flings the door shut) Right – AND AWAY WE GO!  (Floors it)

Child Passengers: YAYYYYY!!!!!!

Adult Passengers: AHHHHHH!!!!!!

Passenger 1: (Looking green) No fair; I’m not supposed to feel airsick before the flight!

Passenger 2: (Holds onto a railing with one hand and the phone with the other) All part of the adventure, I guess.

(The bus screeches through twists and turns, avoiding planes and ground crew with inches to spare, then slams to a halt several minutes later)

Bus Driver: (Opens the door and prepares the wheelchair lift) This is your stop – off you go!

Passenger 1: (On the way out) Do you know how close we are to Gate 1,3 –

Bus Driver: All I know is the road – OUT! (Passenger 1 runs down the steps) Got another bunch of sad sacks waiting for me at the next stop; it never ends!  (Retracts the lift after Passenger 4 disembarks, closes the door, and screeches and bounces away down the tarmac)

Passenger 1: (Catches up to Passenger 2 on a staircase leading back into the airport) Great – now what?

Passenger 2: Follow everyone else back inside and find signs for the gates.

Passenger 1: Oh yeah.  (They re-enter the terminal and find signs for the gates)  Yes!  (Points to the corresponding sign) It’s right down this hallway!  (Begins to run past the pop-up stores and food stands)

Passenger 2: (Walking with the phone ahead) Sweet.

(They reach the end of the hallway)

Passenger 1: (Starts spinning in a circle) Gate 1,371… Gate 1,373… Where’s 1,372?!

Passenger 2: Maybe it’s invisible.

Passenger 1: (Stares) If you don’t start helping me look in about two seconds, I, a full-grown adult, will sit down right here on this semi-dirty floor and start crying like a baby, I swear.

Passenger 2: (Looks up briefly and gestures with the phone) Sign says it’s downstairs.

Passenger 1: (Turns around to see the sign, then turns back) Well that’s just nonsensical gate placement.  (They run down the escalator, pass the empty seats in the waiting area, and arrive at the boarding desk)

Passenger 1: (Holds out the boarding pass, which is extremely rumpled now) Hello, yes, we’re here with – (Checks watch) one minute to spare, so you must let us on board.  Every single employee in this building can tell you the tremendous lines we’ve had to deal with – not that I’m complaining.

Gate Agent: Didn’t you hear the announcements?  Flight’s been cancelled, but I can help you book a new flight for tomorrow.

Passenger 2: (Without looking up) Heh-heh-heh.

Gate Agent: I also can help book a hotel for you to stay tonight.

Passenger 1: …That’s OK, we’ll wait right here.

Story 483: Walking Into a Changed Store

(Friend 1 and Friend 2 stroll along the sidewalk of a strip mall)

Friend 1: You in the mood for pizza today, or sushi?

Friend 2: You know, I’m actually in the mood for Tex-Mex.

Friend 1: …So one of us isn’t going to be happy at lunch.  (Gasps loudly and stops walking, staring at a storefront slightly ahead of the pair)

Friend 2: What, you suddenly remember you’re allergic to cilantro or something?

Friend 1: No, I’ve moved on from The Lunch Dilemma; would you look at that?!  (Points to the storefront)

Friend 2: (Peers at the sign) Oh, yeah, guess it’s still in business; I thought it closed decades ago.

Friend 1: Which means it’s been that long since I last went there and now we must go inside!  (Makes a beeline for the entrance)

Friend 2: (Places a restraining hand on Friend 1’s shoulder) Whoa, wait a minute, I thought we were going to eat now?  We’ve reached my five-department-store limit and I’m done with shopping for the rest of the year.

Friend 1: (Sputters) This – this – isn’t – shopping!  Don’t you remember coming here at all when we were kids?!  This is an experience!

Friend 2: (Squints while trying to remember, then shakes head in the negative) Nah, all I remember is waiting around for hours while everyone else wandered off doing whatever.

Friend 1: Ah!  You poor, deprived child.  (Guides Friend 2 to the entrance) This store has literally everything; you can spend days – nay, weeks – soaking up the wonders and not have to spend a single cent.

Friend 2: If you say so.

Friend 1: I do – the video arcade alone was a dream.  And you could actually live for real in the housewares section: don’t you remember the camping party we did here?

Friend 2: Whaaaaaat?

Friend 1: Maybe that was just me.  Anyway, you’ll see how great it all is, exactly the way I – (They enter the store and are faced with rows and rows of identical shelves; vaulted, empty walls and ceilings; and an employee vacuuming the one piece of carpet at the entrance) remember.

Friend 2: (Takes in the shoppers sprinkled throughout the store, listlessly browsing the aisles) Yep: looks like the exact same store you see almost everywhere you go in this country.

Friend 1: Hm.  (Backs out of the front door to look at the storefront again, then re-enters) Definitely the same name.

Friend 2: I think you either inflated this place enormously in your mind, or it’s gone the downsize-to-survive route – like the exact same store you see almost everywhere you go in this country.

Friend 1: Nonsense.  (Addresses the vacuuming employee, who turns off the machine) Excuse me, where’s the arcade?

Employee: Sorry?

Friend 1: The live-in house?  The live-in restaurant?  The water park?

Employee: I… think those were all before my time here.  (Hands Friend 1 a pamphlet) Would you be interested in signing up for our credit card?  You get an extra 15% off all purchases here for life.

Friend 1: (Stares at the pamphlet in disgust, then hands it back gently) No thank you, child.  (Abruptly walks down a center aisle with Friend 2 trotting to catch up)

Employee: (In a small voice) But I’m in college….

Friend 1: (Picking up random items from the shelves and then restrainedly slamming them back down angrily while muttering) Knickknacks – (Slam) Gewgaws – (Slam) Doodads – (Slam) Tchotchkes – (Slam) Pencils?!

Friend 2: Seems like some useful stuff – (Spots an item on a bottom shelf) ooh, I do need a new sink strainer –

Friend 1: Don’t you dare!  (Friend 2 freezes while picking up the item) I will not feed into this shapeshifting place’s nefarious plot to destroy the wonder that was this magical haven!

Friend 2: Destroy your childhood, you mean.

Friend 1: What?  (Laughs awkwardly and mirthlessly) Nooooo….

Friend 2: You’re just upset that some fixture of your youth that had seemed permanent and where you’d had a good time has completely changed with the years and you can never go back to the way it used to be.  It sounds like it had way too much stuff and was losing money, so it had to adapt or liquidate.

Friend 1: But to adapt to – to – (Grabs an item off the shelf) keychains?!  The indignity of it all!

Friend 2: Hey, people always need keychains.

Friend 1: I don’t!  (Slams it back on the shelf)

Manager: (Approaches in a calming manner) Hello, do you need help with anything here today?

Friend 1: Why yes, thank you: I would like to know when and why everyone here chose to betray their fantabulous origins and become a sellout?!

Friend 2: (Turns away to mutter) Oy.

Manager: Ah, you’re one of those nostalgia kids who used to tear through the place like a tornado with your antics 20 years ago and haven’t been here a day since then, eh?

Friend 1: (Mouth drops open, then closes with clenched teeth) Twenty-five years.

Manager: Yeah, I’m a lifer: corporate restructured, and business has been booming ever since.  I’m just happy I only have to babysit the shoplifters now instead of the actual babies.  (Points to a nearby shopper who is trying to stealthily pocket a candy bar) DOWN!  (The bar is dropped in terror and the almost-perpetrator flees)  Definitely a relief.

Friend 1: Well, I must say, the complete erasure of Toddler Toyland and Accordion Emporium and Go-Kart A-Go-Go –

Manager: Don’t forget Food World Around the World; how I hated that mess.

Friend 1: – greatly detracts from the magnificent Company That Once Was, and Will Never Be Again.

Manager: Whatever you say: we’re making more money now than we ever did back when we had all that chaos, with a tenth of the overhead expense.

Friend 1: (Biting lips to keep from boiling over) So: I have said my piece, and on that note – (Grabs an item from a shelf) I will be purchasing this correction tape dispenser that I can’t find anywhere else and be on my way, never to return.

Manager: Fine by us – have a nice day!  (Walks to the breakroom that can actually be used now)

Friend 2: (As the two wait on the swiftly moving cash register line; nods at the soon-to-be purchase) Not a total loss, then.

Friend 1: Easy for you to say: your world hasn’t been entirely upheaved.

Friend 2: Oh please, it’s only a store.

Friend 1: I know it’s only a store, it’s just – (Stares sharply at the empty space next to the end of the cash register counter) just –

Friend 2: What, you still miss the ambience and joy it brought your lost youth?

Friend 1: (Still staring at the empty space) No, it’s just that – there used to be an actual castle door right there, and the massive void left behind is freaking me out.

Story 482: Isn’t It Magic

(In a packed theater, Magician takes the stage)

Magician: (Bowing to thunderous applause) Thank you!  Thank you, everyone!  And now that I’ve returned the stage to this building after depositing it in the middle of the South Pole, I’m going to play that riskiest of wild cards in live entertainment and ask for a volunteer from the audience!  (Hands are raised and held down equally eagerly)  And just so you don’t think I have a prearranged assistant out there somewhere who has to watch the same show every night, I’m going to favor the higher-paying orchestra seats by tossing out this everyday, innocuous, perfectly innocent rubber ball for one of you randos to catch!  (Waves a hand to make the ball appear out of thin air) If you get hit in the head with this, your ticket purchase means you can’t sue. 

(Magician throws the ball high over the orchestra section where it is fumbled several times on the landing; meanwhile, an audience member from the mezzanine leaps off the railing, lands on a number of upraised hands to crowd surf a bit, and dives for the ball around Row J as others swarm, eventually wrenching it away and holding it aloft)

Magician: (Blinks a few times at the spectacle) Ohhhh-kaaaaay…. From what I could barely see past these blinding lights, whoever actually has the ball now, come on up!

(Volunteer runs up to the stage, leaps up the steps, and hands the ball to Magician, who makes it disappear again with a flourish)

Magician: Hello, welcome, here’s a microphone – (Drops a loop of cords around Volunteer’s neck) so I don’t have to hold one for you, and what’s your name?

Volunteer: I’d rather not announce it to a thousand strangers.

Magician: …We’ll skip that part, then.  And are you enjoying the show so far?

Volunteer: Oh yes, it’s really helping my new career.

Magician: Really, and that is…?

Volunteer: Professional Magic Debunker.

Magician: …What?!

Volunteer: You’re giving me a run for my money tonight but I think I’ve almost got it all figured out, like when everybody here mentally picked out the Queen of Spades `cause it always would be that card no matter what –

Magician: What a character!  On with the next trick!  (Stage crew members wheel out a chalkboard, a table with a hat and cards, and a chair) Now then!  Please have a seat. (Gestures to the chair; Volunteer sits) Have you ever had your mind truly read before?

Volunteer: No, and I never will because there’s no such thing as telepathy.

Magician: Ahahaha! – hold this card.  (Gives Volunteer a card) Now: I have written several numbers and words on that card that will be revealed later – please put it in your pocket for now.  (Volunteer does so).  Right: let’s begin, shall we?  (Holds hands on head while staring at Volunteer; spooky background music plays) Pick a number between 1 and 7,000, and without speaking, send it to my mind.

Volunteer: That’s impossible: the human brain has no capability to receive specific thoughts generated by the neurons of another brain as sensory input.

Magician: (Through gritted teeth) Humor me.  (Closes eyes and holds head again as Volunteer stares back) Got it!  (Writes “3,728” on the chalkboard)

Volunteer: That’s not the number I was thinking.

Magician: Oh?  Are you sure?  THEN WHAT’S IN YOUR POCKET?!

Volunteer: (Pulls out the card from earlier and holds it up for a crew member to film and project on a screen that it reads “3,728”, along with “49”, “BAT”, and “SAGITTARIUS”; the audience members cheer wildly) You already wrote this out and then said the same number just now.  Normally, I think you would have switched out the cards before the big reveal in case you couldn’t steer me to these answers, though.

Magician: (Freezes for a moment, then mutters) Blast, skipped a step.  (Louder) That was just a warm-up!  Now, the real game begins!  (Gestures for Volunteer to stand) Tell me, did you have a wallet on your person when you came up here?

Volunteer: Yes, but you lifted it before I sat down – I didn’t want to cause a scene.  You’d make an excellent thief, by the –

Magician: SO, how did it wind up in that locked box ALL THE WAY UP THERE?!!!!  (Points dramatically to a transparent box sitting on a raised platform stage left where a wallet can be seen inside; the audience members cheer wildly)

Volunteer: (Squints up at it in thought) Hmmmm… ah!  You gave it to one of the stage crew earlier, or that’s not my wallet and you’ll switch it out when you open the box later.

Magician: (Grinning in desperation; to the audience) Isn’t this one hilarious?!  (The audience members laugh)

Volunteer: I wasn’t trying to be funny –

Magician: And on to the last bit!  (Stage crew members remove the other props and wheel out a closed, long rectangular box on a raised platform) And now, with this expert witness, I will astound your minds as I proceed to SAW MYSELF IN HALF!

Volunteer: Wait, what?!

Magician: (Spins the platform around to show the audience all angles, opens all sides of the long box, hops inside to lie down, and closes the sides; to Volunteer) Now, my faithful newly-dubbed assistant, could you please check underneath this platform and all sides and confirm to our lovely audience that there are no mirrors whatsoever?

Volunteer: (Walks around the platform, peering and waving an arm below it and inspecting all sides) Well, no mirrors – (Stops at one point) although there is –

Magician: (Facing away from the audience to address Volunteer through clenched teeth) You want your wallet back?!  I also took your cell phone and an incriminating locket.

Volunteer: – nothing to see here!

Magician: (Back to the audience) Wonderful!  And here we go!  (Picks up a hand saw that was lying next to the box and saws self in half) Ooh!  Ow!  Eek!  Aha!  Faithful assistant, please pull me apart!  (Volunteer pulls the lower half of the box away that has Magician’s feet poking out of the end and waving around; the upper half waves at the audience which is cheering wildly) Now spin me!  (Volunteer spins the lower half around and then walks over to the upper half to spin that as well, to even louder cheers) Now put me back together!

Volunteer: (Reconnecting the halves) I must say, the engineering –

Magician: Isn’t this a wonderful assistant, folks?!  (The audience members cheer wildly) And now, assistant, open the box!  (Volunteer opens the lids; the intact Magician leaps out and bows to thunderous applause) Thank you!  You’ve been a wonderful audience!  (Turns to Volunteer, grabs a bunch of items out of various pockets, and hands them to the latter while removing the microphone) And you!  (Mutters) Not so great.

Volunteer: (Looks back up to the stage left platform) Hey, what happened to the box that should’ve had my wallet?!

Magician: Aha, what box?  (Menacingly) You see what I want you to see.  (Smiles broadly, then pulls a bouquet of real flowers from Volunteer’s ear) A memento for your time here tonight!

Volunteer: (Accepts the bouquet gingerly) I have to admit, that conjuring bit always gets me.