ANGRY SNOW
©
2004 Dan Trujillo
(TERRY, 30s-40s:)
TERRY
Oh, I'll shovel the snow off your sidewalk, Steve. For free.
And oh I'll go better than the uh the
foot-and-a-half tunnel you usually carve.
I'll clear your sidewalk of snow.
Yeah. Right up to the curb. 'Cause that's the kind of snow-shoveler I am, Steve.
But oh...oh you're gonna
pay for it. At the
office. When you're pitching in
at the conference table? Giving Eileen the low-down on what movie to see? With that uh saintly smile? Or when -- wait, at the Christmas party, next
week -- when you're looking down at your shoes and you're telling everyone
about how you used to...whatever, work in a homeless shelter, or gave your mom
a kidney...whatever it is this week, you'll look up with that -- that saintly
smile, and you'll see me smiling right back.
And you'll know you're not so great, 'cause I shoveled your sidewalk for free. Who's the
great guy now, not you. I bust myself hard all week, and all I hear
from everyone is what a cool guy Steve is.
My wife thinks you look like Ewan MacGregor. How do
you like this, Handsome-Guy? Huh, Decent-Face? I
tried to be your friend, and you just...did you ever
think when you were out there doing your good-guy thing, about how hard I work,
when you were out there being all perfect?
No. Now I'm your flaw, your walking
breathing scar...you're never gonna
think you're so great again. I'm like
your raven. Nevermore.
Hey. Put down that
shovel. I'm shoveling your
sidewalk. Steve. Put it down.
Don't make me get my snowblower. Steve!
STEVE!
© 2003 Dan Trujillo