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Monologue Mania Day #492 by Janet S.
Tiger June 19, 2015
Beach
Bus Year
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights
reserved 2015
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(The woman comes out holding a bag ready for the beach, she is wearing shorts
and a top that cover a bathing suit, and she is smiling,)
Oh, thank you for waiting, Mr. Bus Driver! I am so
happy to be getting to go to the beach!
(Listens)
I know I have to transfer two times, and I appreciate you
giving me the transfer......it's been awhile since I went anywhere on a bus,
but since I can't drive anymore, I am going into my second childhood, and since
a big part of my first childhood was going to the beach on the bus - I am
trying to duplicate one of the best years of my life.
(She looks out the window)
How much has changed! There are so many houses, and no
more orange groves......they had such a lovely smell.....
(She breathes in as if
she can smell it still)
My father was overseas, and we were stationed here.....and
my mother loved the ocean, so, even though she worked all week and was tired,
every Saturday .....we would get all ready, and get on the 'Beach
Bus'.......Our towels would carry everything else.......including the peanut
butter sandwiches for lunch....which we would eat on the bus going home.
We decided to do that because eating at the beach took away time from the
ocean! We would spend two hours going and two hours coming....all for
three hours at the beach......
It was the most incredible time.....even if the weather
wasn't good, we would head off to a different beach, one that had stores
nearby.....until the rain stopped. And when i complained that being on
the bus got boring, my mother told me that being bored is a choice....because
wherever you are, there is something to look at....and to learn. Each
person was a story.....what they had chosen to wear that day, how they sat, who
they talked to, if they slept, or read a book or looked out the window.
Where were they going? Were they nice, or mean, or a little of
both? Maybe you couldn't judge a book by its cover, but you could learn a
lot....just by paying attention. And there were always surprises....the
man with the ripped pants and dirty shoes was reading Shakespeare and the lady
with the fancy hat had a tag still on her purse. Was she going to return
it - or did she just forget? I have never been bored in my life since
that year!
(She starts to wiggle a bit)
And then my father came back, and we moved to the middle of
the country….Iowa. Though it was nice,
unfortunately, there was no ocean. But
the people…….I could see that the people had so much in common with all the
people I had studied that year on the bus to the beach……
I suppose….. looking at all the people on the buses taught
me my first lessons about human beings....how we are all different, and all the
same......probably the most important lesson of that year.....
So now, I am returning.....
(She looks at her
watch)
Two hours. Two more hours to go.
(She looks at the
people around her)
I think sitting for two hours was easier when I was eight
years old…..
(She reaches up
and pulls the signal cord, gets up to leave, sways a bit and looks back)
Maybe I'll get someone to drive me to the beach....next
week.....I think I need to get home and have a little nap.....Thank you, Mr.
Bus Driver! I've had a lovely time!
(She walks off,
calling behind her)
And please say hello to the ocean for me!
(She exits, back
to the present)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-83
1 comment:
How sweet. Quite a trip!
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