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Monologue Mania Day # 401 by Janet S. Tiger Tale of the Pickle Picker March 20, 2015
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Tale of the Pickle Picker
(for the Senior Channel)
by Janet S. Tiger (c) 2015 all rights
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(A woman comes onstage holding a gift wrapped package.)
I am here today to do a video response to the Senior Channel Hoarding Hour's contest - craziest hoarded items.
(She opens up the box, it is empty, except for a piece of dirty cardboard the size of a letter)
The gift - a Pickle Picker.
(She holds up the cardboard to the camera)
Given as a very first gift....from the man I was dating, who I eventually married.
Obviously, this is not the actual pickle picker but it did look just like the picture here, very unassuming.
Where is the ACTUAL picker? (Sighs deeply) In the move last year, it became one of the silent
losses. Maybe loss is too big a word, as the picker was rarely used,
except as an example of how silly some gifts can be. What is left is
even sillier - the pickle picker packaging. Quick, say that five
times!
And I take a photo of the front, and hope I can throw the useless
cardboard away. Not so fast! I take a photo of the back to show there
is nothing written from my love, no funny comment that would, in some
tiny way, encourage a sentimentality like I have.
Nothing there. Blank.
Yet we are married 29 years this March -with two wonderful children -and
this gift was given in the first few weeks, so the memory is 30 years old. A
true romantic....comedy.
If I no longer have the pickle picker, and I have a photo of the packaging, the big question is now......why so difficult to rid myself of this completely useless piece of bent, dirty cardboard?
Because I am insane.
(She turns to leave, stops, looks back)
There, that was easy.
(She exits, never to discard this precious memory)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
1 comment:
I'm curious about the pickle picker. What does it look like? I think I need one!
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