(Genre: A short one part play..(?)),
The one and only Part 1;
Meanwhile, at a restaurant..
Person #1: Oh my gosh you don’t have to fucking know everything!
Person #2: I’m just trying to make conversation!
Person #1: Well that’s none of your fucking business!!
Another person unintentionally overhears the mean-spirited comments while remaining seated very still with his back towards the booth (and right behind it) of which it comes from.. And as this occurs, his social anxious frustration builds and builds as internal expanding and contracting tension within his chest painfully increases..
Person #1: Did you see that Rangers game!?
Person #2: Yeah!
Person #1: Shut up!
Person #2: I was just—
Person #1: No one cares! And aren’t the Saints doing well!?
The third person of the booth nods his head.. while the other person talks to himself..
Other person: Stupid fucking spectator sports..
The three individuals sitting at the booth directly behind him continue talking..
Person #2: Yeah and like—
Person #1: What is with you!?
Person #3: Hey come on..
After deeply struggling to focus on finishing filling out the check and giving the tip (as he insisted to his father), the other person yells.
Other person: I’m just so.. fucking sick of drama!!
The other person stands up from the booth, punches his right fist to his left palm, and walks out of the restaurant, while his father watches out for him.
Other person’s father: Hey, settle down now.
Other person: I don’t give a fuck!!
The other person menacingly stares at Person #1 while she silently looks down.. As the booth goes quiet, as the restaurant goes quiet, as the other person aggressively marches out followed by his father, while remaining deeply disgruntled and while aggressively whispering to himself.
Other person: Why can’t people be nicer!? What is up!? I’m just so done with this! Fuck!
Zach Dana Writing 