Friday Lunch

July 10th, 2020

Starring: Ike & Martín (male, both 80)

Florida.  The usual diner.  Ike and Martín sit at their usual booth, eating their usual things: Ike with tea, two scrambled eggs, and a fruit cup, Martín with coffee, a club sandwich, and home fries.  

IKE

You never told me about the big birthday.

MARTÍN

Right!  I was meaning to tell you.  It was great.  Beautiful, the whole family—

IKE

What did the grandkids do this year?

MARTÍN

Oh lord, it was crazy.

IKE

Better than a denture-filled piñata?

MARTÍN

Way better.

They got me a stripper.

IKE

A stripper?!  No—

MARTÍN

Oh, yeah.

Everyone had left for dinner and I was getting ready for bed, and my doorbell rings.  And I was confused, because everyone had just left.  So I ask who it is and I hear “it’s the pizza man!”  And I’m thinking...I didn’t order pizza.  But I open it anyways and there’s this super cut guy in his underwear standing in my doorway.  And he immediately starts doing all this lewd dancing in front of me!  And after maybe a minute or something, he stops and says “Happy birthday....you old fart.”  And then he winks and leaves down the driveway!

IKE

Haha!

MARTÍN

It’s called a stripper-gram.  You pay some company to come do it.

IKE

I wish I could’ve seen your face!

MARTÍN

Total shock.

IKE

Shock’s good.  Keeps the system going.

Well, you got a good bunch of grandkids, I know that.

MARTÍN

They are.  I’m a lucky man.

How’s Mona?

IKE

Good. 

Everything’s pretty normal.

She’s flying in in two weekends.

MARTÍN

Big plans?

IKE

Not usually.  Maybe she’ll take me out to dinner.  Outside of that just a crapton of card games. 

MARTÍN

That’s beautiful. 

IKE

For the first day.  Then we get bored.  Then we talk about how we’ve covered everything about each other's lives by now and there’s nothing left to discuss.

MARTÍN

Oh, bull—

IKE

No bull.  Come on, I’m old, she’s pushing 60.  She’s my only kid, and she has none of her own.  Between us, we’ve got no spouses, no pets, nothing growing.  We’ve hit the ceiling, and there’s nothing to be done.  We laugh about it!

MARTÍN

Like really laugh about it?

IKE

Sometimes.

MARTÍN

That’s painful!

IKE

Exactly, painfully funny!

MARTÍN

Does she know you feel that?

IKE

I’d be surprised if she didn’t.

MARTÍN

But I thought you’d already talked about everything.

IKE

Yeah, well...what’s done is done, in that respect.  

I still love her.  I was never going to make her do anything she didn’t want to.  Even if I did.  

MARTÍN

Right.

Because you’re a good guy, Ike. 

IKE

Thanks buddy.

MARTÍN

No.  Look at me.

You’re the cream of the fucking crop, you know that?

IKE

I love you too.

MARTÍN

Lemme get the check, ok?

IKE

Oh no no, you don’t pity check me—

MARTÍN

I’m not pity checking you it’s my turn—

IKE

I didn’t get you squat for your birthday.  Consider it your gift.

MARTÍN

You’re not getting me shit—

IKE

Save your money, I got it.

MARTÍN

Fine...I’ll get you a stripper-gram when Mona comes.

IKE

But—

MARTÍN

No buts.  

Except the stripper’s.

There’s still plenty of time.  Have some fun.  

Deal?

IKE

Deal.

They continue on with their meal.

END OF PLAY

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