A Guy Walks into a Script
FADE IN:
INT. A BAR-NIGHT
A guy walks in. He seems confused. A middle-aged man stands behind the bar, polishing a GLASS and looking annoyed.
BARTENDER
You’re late!
GUY
What?
BARTENDER
You were supposed to be here an hour ago, you have a lot of catching up to do.
GUY
She told me to arrive late!
BARTENDER
Who?
GUY
The writer! She told me to always arrive late in a scene.
BARTENDER
[Scoffs] Who does she think she is, Quentin Tarantino?
GUY
[Nervous] Um, I don’t know. I just needed the work.
BARTENDER
[More annoyed] Whatever, but you’re going to have to stay late to make up the back story.
GUY
[Now looking very anxious] Um, well, about that. She, the writer I mean, also told me to leave early.
The bartender glares at GUY as he reaches under the bar for a BASEBALL BAT.
FADE OUT.
