SCENE 1. Mercury News Room, Friday, 3:30pm.
AMY: Are you going to Obama on Sunday?
MATT: Oh, yeah, definitely. I didn’t get press clearance, though…I thought I’d just stand in the crowd and ask people why they’re there…
AMY: Sounds great.
MATT: There is nothing whatsoever that could go wrong with this plan.
SCENE 2. Matt’s chi-chi apartment on the Park Blocks, Sunday, 12:30pm.
MATT’s internal dialog: I’ll just walk on down to the Waterfront now, and see who’s around. Here I am, walking out the front door, ready to mosey on down there…doop de doop, Sundays are really relaxing days…just check my reflection there…nice…WHAT. THE…
MATT: Hey, lady, get out of my way.
LADY: If you want to get in line, it’s that way. (points up the road, towards the art museum)
LADY: The line. For Barack Obama. It starts back there…
LADY: I said it STARTS. UP. THERE.
MATT’s internal dialog: I am an idiot.
Tune in for the next act, shortly. I doubt very much whether I’m going to get in to see Mr.Obama, but I have considered going to Safeway, buying a load of water and selling it to the people in line for $3 a pop. Since the majority of people are probably going to be lining up for most of the afternoon, I’ll go down there and ask them how it feels. Then I will craft the whole thing into a Beckettian scene for your enjoyment. No no, don’t thank me…shall we go? Let’s go…[waits]
LINE FOR OBAMA: Stretches past my house from the Waterfront…