Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Woes of an Andrle: A Flash Non-Fiction Screenplay

It will become apparent why I'm not a screenwriter soon enough.

Scene: A Starbucks in "the City." Slushy outside weather. Our heroine has just ordered beverages for herself and a coworker and is quietly waiting to pick them up when she overhears a conversation behind the counter.

Mean Starbucks Guy 1 (to Mean Starbucks Guy 2): How do you say this name?
Mean Starbucks Guy 2: I don't know.
MSG1: Did you even write it down right?
MSG2 (to Andrle): Hey, spell your name again.
Andrle: Andrle? A-n-d-r-l-e.
MSG1: That doesn't even look like a name. It looks Asian or something.
Andrle: ...well, there are a lot of consonants all together...
MSG1 (handing Andrle her coworker's beverage): Here's the Hazelnut Latte.
Andrle: Thanks.
Andrle waits.
Enter Nice Starbucks Guy from behind the espresso machine.
Nice Starbucks Guy (politely): How do you pronounce your name again?
Andrle: Andrle (Ann-der-lee).
NSG (hands Andrle her Americano): Andrle, I hope to have the pleasure of writing your name on a cup many times.
Andrle: Thank you.

Andrle walks awkwardly to the other counter and adds milk to her Americano. She departs into the windy cold, beverages in hand.

End scene.

4 peep(s) talked back:

Robert Ludlow said...

i have not looked at this new post yet, but had to immediately comment. Holy crap! I have super powers! (regarding the comment I left just last night)

Robert Ludlow said...

also, did this actually happen? or is this wish-fulfillment? either way ++

Andrle said...

Yes, but the blog post was not related to my current failing at the Great Writing Reading Etc.

This actually happened. Wish-fulfillment? That peeps would mock me? Not so much. The only redemptive factor was the one remotely kind person at the end - who I believe was a manager and thus was likely attempting to make up for the fact that the others sucked.

I've been told I should stop going there and I just might! :oP

Robert Ludlow said...

the wish fulfillment part was the dashing young man you came to your name's aid in the harsh light of barista snobbery