The Bus — The Gordita

Kristin: (to Row, Row, Row Your Boat) Roll, roll, roll the bus gently down the street.

Boone: Really Kristin? Row, row, row your boat? Is that what makes standing at this freezing bus stop better for you?

Kristin: Well, considering I ain’t never been on a boat, the best I can do is hope to get a seat on the bus.

(Marcus, comes from behind)

Marcus: Pleeease tell me I didn’t hear that? You mean I could take you for a $3 ride on the ferry and impress you?

Boone: $3 bucks Marcus? Are you going to go all out and throw in the dollar ninety-nine bottle of Champale? Maybe cap that date at an even five bucks?

Kristin: Marcus, you are a dream catch. Five bucks, a boat ride? If you throw in a pack of twinkies I don’t think I could resist. MMM..baby this Twinkie, this smell of diesel and you. I can feel the sound of my zipper just sayin’ “Are you outta your damn mind girl?”

Marcus: Well, what kinda money you think a warehouse worker and a part-time “Grocery Associate” makes??

Boone: Speaking of money, either step back from me or pull that mask up Marcus. You know how much my health care deductible is?

(Marcus steps back a bit and pulls up his mask. Puts his hands up as if to apologize)

Kristin: Don’t worry Boone. You ain’t catching that from him. This guy’s probably had it five times. Working in a warehouse. Surrounded by frantic people tryin’ to get a box…