Quickie Falafel

FADE IN:

INTERIOR LOBBY OF YOUR TYPICAL BLAND OVERACHIEVING U.S. COMPANY - DAY

WOMAN meets CO-WORKER in lobby.

                            WOMAN
         Hey. Hi. Want to get falafel for lunch?

                            CO-WORKER
         Falafel?
                            (pause)
         What’s that? Does it taste good?

                            WOMAN
         Yeah. It’s Middle Eastern food. It’s
         made of chickpeas and spices. They
         make them into balls and fry ’em.
         It’s served with a sauce and
         usually pita bread. Want to taste some?

                            CO-WORKER
         I don’t want to taste something
         that’s already awful.

                            WOMAN
         Awful?

                            CO-WORKER
         Didn’t you say it was full-awful?


                            FADE OUT:

                            THE END

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Comments

Jenny said…
It makes me feel awful just to think about eating falafel! Lame I know, but the best I can do. Happy New Year P.L.!
January 09, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Falafel is tastily delish. But, then again, I never considered the possibility of it being “awful” until I heard someone puzzling about it out loud. Hee hee!

Wishing you a joyous new year, to you and your family, Jennifer!
January 09, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Linda, I like the way you think! Thanks for stopping by and saying "hi". :-)

:O)
:-)
: )

Hm, just playing around with smiley faces. Which one do you like best?
January 17, 2009
Anonymous said…
I wonder what the co-worker would make of a hot dog?

Mr. Joe Kzadic

(Jokes Addict)
January 17, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Hee hee! Yes, or corn dog, Hot Pocket, baby food. Hah hah! Or rump roast. On second thought, maybe the co-worker is onto something there.
January 18, 2009
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