The Challenge: Mix‘n’ Match primary learning objecting- Exercise your creative thinking and plot development by getting through a story arc using odd story elements. It’s okay if your story turns out quirky or absurd, because completion is key here.
I chose : Quasi-celebrity/Diner
by Heather L Campbell
December 21, 2013
I sat in my booth drinking my cup of coffee... black with no cream, no sugar or sweetener. The waitress hadn't come with my cereal and orange juice yet.
The door to the diner opened up and I was surprised to see our local channel weatherman walk in. He removed his fine double breasted suit coat and seemed puzzled. He looked around, for what I had no idea.
He folded his coat in half with great care. I noticed he bent down near the cigarette machine... making sure his hair was still neatly in place. He went back to glancing around.
“Sit anywhere you want sweetheart,” Dolly smiled as she loudly spoke to him. She snapped her gum afterwards... right on cue.
Hesitantly he chose the booth next to mine... which surprised me because the place was so empty... he had so many other choices to consider.
I went back to reading the paper. He didn't even notice me when he walked by... and my back was to him when he sat down.
“Pete, there is no one here. The wait staff who are here do not seem to know who I am.”
He sounded more annoyed than disappointed. What did he expect at 4 am on a Sunday morning? I was tempted to turn around and stare when he said those words... as there was “someone here”...
I thought better of it as he might try to engage me in some kind of conversation and quite frankly I hadn't finished my first morning dose of caffeine.
He whined on... and on and on to this other fellow Pete, or whoever he was at the other end of the call.
It appeared he was not getting the answers he wanted, so ended his conversation with a few choice words.
Then my wonderful breakfast arrived.
“Do you want more coffee Honey?” Dolly asked.
She seemed annoyed with the "nearly" famous weatherman. Previously he hadn't said one word of response to her suggestion. Nor did he say anything when she placed a menu on the table. She also asked him if he wanted to order. After a few minutes of being ignored she just walked away.
I nodded yes to Dolly as I took a sip of my orange juice... and off she went.
When Dolly returned, our local weatherman famous for daily saying “sunshine, sunshine and more sunshine”, summoned her over.
“Is it always this empty on a Sunday morning?” he inquired like he was due some sort of explanation.
“Sunday morning is just like any other morning.” She glanced at her wristwatch, “I can't say at 10 after 4 in the morning we ever get a surge of people in here.”
She stood waiting with her pad in one hand and a pen in the other... and politely asked, “Would you like to order now sir?”
His cell phone then rang, and with his left hand he made a sweeping motion, indicating to her to leave.
I instantly recognized the next customers who arrived. Who in the world would not recognize Harpo, Chico and Groucho?
They seemed to be in a good mood and called out to Dolly that they would have their usual. They sat in the booth across from me.
Harpo leaned over the aisle between us and said, “I hear you are going to do a "walk on" in our new movie “Love Happy”. He flashed his famous smile at me.
“I told Mary Pickford I'd love to do it!” I responded and smiled back.
Mike and Sam noticed Joe was sound asleep in a chair the TV room when they entered the room. An old Marx Brothers movie was blaring from the set.
“Hey Joe.. wake up. You didn't go for your medicine... and the line is nearly finished, you better go now before you get a scolding from Nurse Ratchet.”
Joe looked up in a daze... at Mike and Sam.
He looked around the room... and realized he was not sitting in a diner.... chatting with the Marx brothers. Medicine, he thought... what medicine?
“Where am I?”
Sam softly explained, “Buddy, we are in a ward in the VA Hospital in Lyons, New Jersey. I'd guess you were having that Marilyn Monroe dream again. Did you ask her out this time?”
Joe slowly got up, and shuffled out of the room to go get in line for his morning pills.
He turned around when he reached the hallway, shook his head no and said sadly, “No, this time I was Marilyn Monroe.”