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A Pointless Little Play
The Glorification of Ian

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Completely irrelevant.

A Pointless Little Play
by Ian W
 
Scene- an large department store
 
Shop Assistant: Can I help you with anything today?
 
Customer: Yes, I'm looking for a certain object.
 
Shop Assistant: And what kind of object is that?
 
Customer: Well you see it's really rather special...
 
Shop Assistant: ...yes...
 
Customer: But I feel sort of weird saying it out loud where other people might hear me
 
Shop Assistant(puzzled, yet polite): I can't really help you find this special object unless you give me some hints.
 
Customer: I know! I'll describe it to you.
 
Shop Assistant(not as polite, as it is getting close to lunch time): Right.
 
Customer: Well it's not too big, but not too small. It's just right.
 
S/A: Mmm-hmmm.
 
Cust: It's small enough to fit in my pocket, but it's big enough for my cat to sleep on.
 
S/A: Mmm-hmmm
 
Cust: And it's magenta in colour.
 
S/A: I don't think we have anything in Magenta-
 
Cust: -oh hush silly boy. It was all the rage in Gdansk last Summer. The last letter of this object is 'y'
 
S/A: Y?
 
Cust: Why not?
 
S/A (looking desperately at watch): I really don't think I can help-
 
Cust: -oh but you must! It's a matter of life or death I assure you-
 
S/A: But unless you tell me what it is-
 
An anvil, grand piano and water buffalo drop from the ceiling and crush the S/A and the Cust to death. Another customer steps forward and turns to a passer-by.
 
Customer #2: I would've thought it was obvious. He was looking for a Goihsdfjhkjdfvby!
 
Passer-by: Moron.