INT. YOUR STEREOTYPICAL AMERICANA-STYLE DINER – DAY
Two young men sit at a booth, the same one they sit at each and every single day. On the left is EVAN, a Filipino-Chinese blogger extraordinaire. Facing him is someone we’re going to call CODY, a white acquaintance/peer/friend. Both enjoy sharing a meal in the diner together and each other’s company.
A WAITRESS approaches their booth to take their orders.
I’ll have the hamburger.
The roast chicken for me, please.
Pan up to the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes rapidly elapse and the WAITRESS returns and places their food in front of them.
Both EVAN and CODY
(not angrily but wearily)
Every time, man. Every single time.
(with forced sympathy, as he’s heard this more than once before)
Aw, really, again?
You were sitting right there when I ordered. I very, very clearly asked for roast chicken. I always order roast chicken.
Well, at least it’s good though, right?
EVAN picks up his hamburger and takes a bite. He chews it slowly.
Yeah, it’s pretty good. I mean, it always is.
So let’s just enjoy this meal together, huh? Continue reading