Saturday, September 27, 2008

Overheard in my eye doctor's office, 11:30 a.m.: A one-act documentary play


The office manager -- Male, 50s.

The 20-something office assistant -- Female, 20-something.

Me -- Me.

The play:

Office manager: Did you hear? Paul Newman died.

20-something office assistant: Paul Newman ... was he in the Beatles?

Me: [Stunned silence]


(P.S.: I need new glasses.)

(P.P.S: I should point out that we walked her through some of Newman's biggest titles, and none of them rang a bell -- or, at least, she hadn't seen them. She was, however, familiar with his salad dressing.)


MsYvone said...

Roller Rink in Eastern PA, Mid '80's.

The Players:
Roller Rink DJ: woman, mid 40's (in the Mid '80's)
Me: Me (early 20's in the Mid '80's)

The Play:

Me: Do you have any Paul McCartney?

Roller Rink DJ: We don't have no KISS.

Me: [Stunned Silence]


fermicat said...

You feel about 100 years old now, don't you?

Jim Donahue said...

Deb: We could do a very short evening of thematically linked one-acts!

Fermi: Pretty much, yes.

TwoBusy said...

Bravo! Bravo! (Stands, throws roses, then leaves theater with angry mob searching for clueless 20-somethings...)

ChefNick said...


You are simply TOO FUCKING FUNNY.

And my French is pathetic, so I can't say excuse it.