FADE IN.
INT. TRADER JOE'S - DAY
An effeminate BLOND MAN in his early thirties takes tiny bites of a tuna sandwich as he waits for the 40-year-old CASHIER, tall and frisky, to ring up his purchases.
Blond Man steps behind the register to throw away the sandwich wrapper.
CASHIER
You stepped on my foot!
BLOND MAN
(smugly)
No I didn't.
CASHIER
No, you didn't. You would have felt my toe under you, huh?
BLOND MAN
I'm a gentleman.
He takes a seductive bite of his sandwich and raises one eyebrow.
BLOND MAN
I feel everything.
EMILY, mid twenties, a spunky yet brutally hot high school teacher in her workout clothes and standing in line behind Blond Man, raises her eyebrows.
CASHIER
You know who else was a gentleman? Napoleon Bonaparte.
INT. EMILY'S CLASSROOM - DAY
Homeroom students sit chatting and playing cards. Emily noodles around on the computer.
JULIO, 17, talks to JANICE, also 17.
JULIO
Did you hear how he died, though?
JANICE
Biggie was shot.
JULIO
Yeah, but that fool was shot eating a cheeseburger.
JANICE
No he wasn't.
JULIO
Yeah he was. He was at a burger place, don't you remember? He was shot 'cuz he didn't want to pay for his burger.
JANICE
But he was rich.
JULIO
So? He was greedy. That's why they killed him.
INT. CLASSROOM - AN HOUR LATER
Emily's eleventh grade English class settles in behind their desks. Emily stands at the front of the room.
JUAN, 18 and EVELYN, 17, sit beside each other. Evelyn has pink hair. Juan has long, rocker hair and wears a sleeveless shirt.
Two black loafers sit on their desk.
EMILY
Now, you have three choices today. If you wrote your rough draft, you should...
She stops. Evelyn is sniffing one of the loafers.
EMILY
Evelyn, did you just sniff Juan's shoe?
EVELYN
No, this is my shoe.
EMILY
So you sniffed your own shoe.
Evelyn sniffs it again.
EVELYN
It's new.
JUAN
I was sniffing it. I was sniffing her shoe. It smells nice.
EMILY
And this is how fetishes begin.
Evelyn puts her shoes away. The class awaits further instructions. Emily shakes her head and reaches for her white board marker.
FADE OUT.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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Ah... The old "sniffing the new shoes ploy."
ReplyDeleteUnk
I always suspected the spunky yet brutally hot women were at Trader Joe's. Now I know.
ReplyDeleteone time, in Trader Joe's...
ReplyDeleteA crazy guy pushed me over to get the last box of whole grain blueberry muffins.
I hate that place.