Saturday

The gist: A girl is waiting for her date in a diner. The play is essentially her nervousness, anxiousness, and later, agitation and anger peering through in overly-overt ways. In the end, she discovers that her date was in fact tomorrow night.

-Start-

G opens a door, walks into a diner. Looks around the room, stands up on her tippy-toes. It’s obvious she’s searching the diner for someone.

Waiter: Gives her a funny look. Are you looking for someone?

G: Um, table for two, please.

Waiter: *Grabs menus and rolls eyes* Sure, right this way ma’am. (Sarcastic-like tone)

They walk over to a table and she sits down.

She gazes at the menu and often looks around the room.

She begins fidgeting a little bit, checks her watch, and fixes her hair.

G: Half past 6… (Mumbles to herself)

Waiter 2 (Jeremy): Hi, I’m Jeremy and I’m going to be taking care of you tonight. Our soup of the day is a creamy clam chowder. Can I start you off with something to drink?

(Very repetitive and monotone, like someone who’s said this a million and one times.)

G: Yea, can I just get a water. (Distractedly)

Another awkward period of time goes by in which she checks her watch and does a lot of fidgeting Begins tapping her feet. The movements should not be subtle-they should be dramatic and obvious to the audience (so obvious and overdramatized they’re funny).

Waiter 2: Here you go.

Girl looks up abruptly and begins to stand up.

G: “Oh, hi Eri..”

She thinks her date is here! A look of disappointment washes over her face when she realizes it’s the waiter.

G: “Oh.” (Very unhappily.)

Waiter 2: Have you decided on something to eat?

G: You know, my date will be here any minute so I’ll just wait a little longer. (Nervousness peeks through her voice. Like she wishes the waiter to reassure her that he is in fact coming.)

Thanks, though.

Waiter 2: No problem Miss. I’ll come back in a couple minutes.

More time passes and at this point the girl is very angry and very hurt. She leaves the diner and starts talking to herself on the street, heading home.

G: UGH! Oh my god he’s such an ass. What a jerk. I can’t believe he didn’t show up. I can’t believe I agreed to go out with him! We’ve had this planned for a week. He couldn’t have forgotten. UAGH! Stomps foot in little heels.

She enters her apartment and walks straight to her telephone.

G: He’ll wish he never met me after I get through with him…

She listens to her voice messages, fuming.

“Hey Susie, I just wanted to remind you that we have book club tomorrow and that you’re making those fabulous lemon-drop-cookies you brought last time. So please don’t forget to come at noon: same place.”

The voice fades as the message continues after “tomorrow.”

G: Tomorrow… (mumbles)

But tomorrow’s…Sunday.

Today is… Saturday?

Susie let’s her head drop.

G: I’m meeting Erik Sunday. ßI don’t know if I should leave this in or just end it with the previous line.

-end-