On Any Given Day...

Curtain opens:

Two guys, middle-aged, slim, engrossed in a conversation.  They are sitting on a big, white sofa at the far end of an open-floor house.  The table is set for breakfast.  It’s 9 o’clock.  

Enter two women.  They are back from buying bread and rolls for breakfast and immediately busy themselves in the kitchen, making coffee, heating milk, getting juice, arranging the cold cuts on a plate, opening jam jars and glasses with yoghurt. 
 
Two girls enter, the younger one joins the women in the kitchen, the older ambles over to the guys on the sofa.  One of them is her father.

“Are you comfortable there?”
“Why?”
“Just wondering.  Mom and Ay sure are working their buts off to get breakfast going.”
“Don’t talk to us like that, Zee.”

Mom sticks her head out of the corner of the kitchen.  It IS an open-floor house and anything going on in the kitchen OR living room is public.

M. “You know Zee is right.  You could join in a bit.”
“We set the table!”
“Well we didn’t spend the morning at the spa either.  What are you...seven?!”

What follows is as sobering as it is normal.  The guys stay seated and pretend nothing happened.  They continue talking and when they finally get up they remain close to the breakfast table.  Awkward but uncompromising.

The women exchange looks and continue their work in the kitchen and around the breakfast table.  After all life must go on.  And it seems to be their job to make it happen.

Funny thing:  This happened on International Woman’s Day .
Fact: It will happen on every other day. 


Curtain opens:

Two women, middle-aged, slim, engrossed in a conversation.  They are sitting on a big, white sofa at the far end of an open-floor house.  The table is set for breakfast.  It’s 9 o’clock.  

Enter two men.  They are back from buying bread and rolls for breakfast and immediately busy themselves in the kitchen, making coffee, heating milk, getting juice, arranging the cold cuts on a plate, opening jam jars and glasses with yoghurt. 
 
Two girls enter, the younger one joins the men in the kitchen, the older ambles over to the women on the sofa.  One of them is her mother

“Are you comfortable there?”
“Why?”
“Just wondering.  Dad and Em sure are working their buts off to get breakfast going.”


You continue....I am sure you have read the script before!