It's been an intense week. The election polls are bouncing all over the place. Osama, through his privately funded 527 Organization broadcasts his own election ad. And a bunch of ragged federal workers make their way home on the DC subway. This latest act of The Theatre of the Barely Socially Acceptable is based on a real cell phone conversation I heard on the way home yesterday. A bizarre ending to a surreal week.
Hi Dr. Meyer. This is Frank Wilhouse.
I know it's late Friday afternoon
So I appreciate
After a brief hiatus, we open a new season of The Theatre of the Barely Socially Acceptable. With the change in seasons comes the desire for change. Based on an overheard cell conversation this week on the subway I give you Act 5:
Yeah, I've come up with 14 different reasons I should get a raise.
Uh huh, well, I just thought of them.
Haven't had a chance to get them down on paper.
I can do that tomorrow.
Yep, tomorrow will be a good day for me.
There won't be anyone in the office
and I can
In this month's Theatre of the Barely Socially Acceptable office politics meets low carb but tasty recipes. March madness: cell phone monodialogues® from the subway underground:
We've got to nail this guy!
If we don't we'll be knockin' on doors.
Yeah, tomorrow at the latest.
Wait a minute, I forgot to tell you.
I had the best cauliflower
at Janet's last night.
Well, you cut the head into little florets.
And spread them on a cookie sheet.
Preheat the oven to 450.
Yeah, it's gotta
In this month's performance from the acclaimed Theatre of the Barely Socially Acceptable--monodialogue® cell phone performances from the Washington subway--showbiz lobbies for better government.
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Theatre of the Barely Socially Acceptable, Act 3:
I had a good time too.
Hey thanks. Yeah, I've been working out.
Twice a week at Homeland Security.
Ah huh, the gym's in the basement.
An old bunker.
Abs and upper body.
Tom Ridge? Never.
Not just a stud, a nipple
Last month, after a particularly grueling day at work I founded The Theatre of the Barely Socially Acceptable. Each month I would perform underground cell phone conversation tableaus to the apathetic minions riding DC's subway system, the Metro. The response to our premiere performance was fantastic. No one suspected a thing and no one took notice.
Today, my theatre troupe debuts the second in its series. Speeches this week by two diametrically opposed politicos (both in tone and in temperament)
After a particularly difficult and emotionally heart wrenching day at work (is there no other kind?) I was listening to my iPod's special "Get Over It" mix on the subway home, prepared especially for days like this.
While undoing I looked around me and observed a man I often see on this train. He reached into his pocket for his cell, popped his earbud into his ear and began to talk. As always with these devices people look like they're speaking to themselves. They smile and react to someone unseen.