Bringing in the Groceries, a play by Ann.
Dec. 12th, 2003 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phosfateAnn is bringing in bags of groceries, while Mom hunts around for the little rock they use to prop the back door open when grocery-shifting.
Mom: I can't find that little...brickie thing. I think [the Burly Man Who Shovels Driveways for Money] shoveled it off into the snow.
Ann: What?!? Oh, my God! Brickie!
She drops the last bag on the floor.
Mom: I don't see it.
Ann: BRICKIEEEEEEEE!!!
Mom: It'll turn up.
Ann: No! WHY BRICKIE WHY!
Ann grabs the grain shovel from its spot beside the door.
Ann: C'mon, Trigger! You gotta help me find Brickie!
She uses Trigger to slice into the pile of snow.
Ann: Hang on, Brickie! Hang on, baby, we're coming! C'mon, Trigger, find him, boy. Atta boy. Atta--
*KLONG!*
Ann: BRICKIE! Oh God, please be okay!
She falls to her knees and digs bare-handed into the snow.
Ann: I'm coming, Brickie! Mommy's here! Oh, God, the cold burns...BRICKIE!!! I found you!
She pulls a large rock out of the snow and returns it (and Trigger) to its rightful spot on the stoop. Then she rushes inside and goes into a strange squat on the kitchen floor, frozen hand between her legs.
Mom: Little cold there?
Ann: It was worth it. It was worth it for Brickie.
Mom: All righty.
Mom: I can't find that little...brickie thing. I think [the Burly Man Who Shovels Driveways for Money] shoveled it off into the snow.
Ann: What?!? Oh, my God! Brickie!
She drops the last bag on the floor.
Mom: I don't see it.
Ann: BRICKIEEEEEEEE!!!
Mom: It'll turn up.
Ann: No! WHY BRICKIE WHY!
Ann grabs the grain shovel from its spot beside the door.
Ann: C'mon, Trigger! You gotta help me find Brickie!
She uses Trigger to slice into the pile of snow.
Ann: Hang on, Brickie! Hang on, baby, we're coming! C'mon, Trigger, find him, boy. Atta boy. Atta--
*KLONG!*
Ann: BRICKIE! Oh God, please be okay!
She falls to her knees and digs bare-handed into the snow.
Ann: I'm coming, Brickie! Mommy's here! Oh, God, the cold burns...BRICKIE!!! I found you!
She pulls a large rock out of the snow and returns it (and Trigger) to its rightful spot on the stoop. Then she rushes inside and goes into a strange squat on the kitchen floor, frozen hand between her legs.
Mom: Little cold there?
Ann: It was worth it. It was worth it for Brickie.
Mom: All righty.
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Date: 2003-12-12 09:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-12 09:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Yeah. It's like A Christmas Memory without the grinding poverty.
This just makes me miss Jean Shepherd even more
Date: 2003-12-12 12:40 pm (UTC)Could you tell that story for the deprived among us who missed it? :) (sincere face on)
Re: This just makes me miss Jean Shepherd even more
Date: 2003-12-12 12:49 pm (UTC)Re: This just makes me miss Jean Shepherd even more
Date: 2003-12-12 04:47 pm (UTC)Yes, Ann, i always knew you were something. Else.
*snort*
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Date: 2003-12-12 02:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2003-12-12 10:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2003-12-12 10:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
You saved BRICKIE!
Date: 2003-12-12 11:20 am (UTC)I am still giggling.
*sporfle*
Re: *sporfle*
Date: 2003-12-12 12:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-12 01:27 pm (UTC)When's the DVD coming out?
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Date: 2003-12-12 02:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-12 04:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-12 04:51 pm (UTC)*waves excitedly at n*
Ann is entertainment!
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Date: 2003-12-12 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-12 04:50 pm (UTC)(Which should be the mantra of the decade scrawled in students' notebooks everywhere. I didn't know what "Frodo Lives!" meant till I got to college.)
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Date: 2003-12-12 07:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-12 11:19 pm (UTC)Brickie: A Christmas Tale
Date: 2003-12-13 02:11 am (UTC)<3
Date: 2003-12-14 09:29 pm (UTC)