Here’s that audio story I was talking about. Either click the play button on the Flash gadget to listen right away, or click on this link: Download Almost Friday - Yarmulke - Scene1
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The script for the first scene is after the “more”. It is not currently licensed for any use but my own. Stay tuned for changes in that. You might want to read along with it - if so, click the more link first, then play the audio from there.
Anything that's not a Starbucks will do just fine for me. I was sitting at our usual curbside table at Picaso's waiting - hot chai latte on the table, eyes fixed on today's newspaper headlines.
It wasn’t long until Bob strolled up and flopped himself into the seat across from me.
I was about to berate him for being late - again - to our usual morning pre-work meeting, when I observed something over the top of my paper that blanked this from my mind.
“What – the heck – is that - on your head?” I asked.
BOB: Oh, this? It’s the latest thing. Everyone’s gonna be wearin’ ’em.
Bob was seated under the largest - red - yarmulke I’d ever seen. It was nearly a swimmer’s cap, but loose and made of some kind of red felt.
BOB: Don’t you watch TV? Half of Jay Leno’s guests were wearing one last night.
I mentally rubbed my eyes when I looked around at the passer-bys on their way to hither and yon, and noticed a surprising number of folks - young AND old - toting around similar skullcaps.
A Jewish guy went by with an authentic black yarmulke - looking at all of these crazies like someone had just peed on his lawn.
“Gah. People are morons,” I said.
At this point in our relationship, it was not necessary to imply that Bob was also a moron - no, no, that was a given.
Bob and I have known each other since we were 5 when I took the head off his GI Joe with my big wheel. We went through grade school together, and although Bob didn’t come with me to college, we’ve met up afterward in a strange karmic realignment. Obviously, there have been some tense times, but for the most part, we’ve been best buds ever since that day when Cobra Commander got his sweet revenge.
BOB: I bet that I get a few hats at Parkway today. - Bob mused.
“I have no doubt.” I said, rolling my eyes. “Are we still on for lunch?”
BOB: Yeah, I’ll meet you at the office at 12… fifteen. Later.
A gaggle of schoolkids ran by toward the bus stop - all of them with miniature oversized red caps covering their pates.
