Friday, July 3, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #506 Scratchy Tags by Janet S. Tiger July 3, 2015

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Monologue Mania Day #506  Scratchy Tags (from Book of Teas)  by Janet S. Tiger  July 3, 2015
                                    Scratchy Tags
                                                    (from Book of Teas)
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       (A Southern woman of a few years enters)

Some people are like scratchy tags.
You know what I'm talkin' about, the kind that start out in the back of your blouse or shirt, just like the new checker at the Piggly Wiggly, not really noticeable but as you get to know them, as they get washed more and more, and their newness and lovely flatness is gone, they become....scratchy.  And irritatin'.  Their little tiny voices annoy you just by their very existence.  (Imitates)  How are you today, Miz T?  Are you misty? Or is that a fog comin' in?  Not clever the first time, but repeated weekly for months, years, starts to wear on you, like the tag.
And you go to rip them out- out of your blouse, out of,by tryin' to find out what their schedule is so you can go at a different time.... and you find that the very fabric of their existence is so wound up in the threads of your life...of the blouse, that removing them will make everythin unravel.  Because your son starts to date that checker, god only knows why except she did have a cute little the blouse had a cute collar with birds on it.....and there is a rumor they could be gettin married, but then she gets cold feet and your son is depressed and moves away from your town......forever.                                                                                                                                            

And you figure, you can cut them out, completely, but when you do, there is that little remainin annoying itch that reminds you they were there once, and you can never forget it....until you get rid of that damned blouse, now that it has a ketchup stain right over your left breast and no amount of Tide pen will get it out.
So you think that annoyin label is gone, too, but then, you buy another blouse, and there it is.....returnin like a bad supper at the diner.....but your son still lives in Florida, and it takes all day to see him and the grandchildren he had with the woman he met in Tallahassee....
All because of some scratchy tag checker that cannot be torn out of your life.....
              (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
The motto is of course, go nekkid...

              (Lights down, end of scene)

Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

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