(Scene: Our girl K sits in the parking lot after work, pondering how a usually awesome day of the week ended so badly. She can’t quite put her finger on it, and decides to head downtown until she figures things out. She ends up at a local art and coffee shop, where the day starts to turn around. Maybe it was the excited hello she received from the barista, or the gigantic wave the shop owner proffered as a greeting but things started to seem like they would be okay. A conversation ensues after K confesses that it had been a heck of a day.)
MB: Why was your day so bad?
K: I don’t know exactly what it was…when I woke up, I just felt like the day was shot from the get go. I just wanted to get through work and come unwind here at the shop. It just makes me happy being in here.
MB: What do you do for work?
K: I’m a…secretary. I think that’s fueling the bummed out feeling. I want so badly to be a writer and had an adviser at school tell me that I’d never be anything more than a secretary. Every day at work I’m reminded that I’m still not a writer or working at a publishing company.
M: You are a writer.
MB: It’s the people like that who drive us. The people who say that you’ll never be a writer or own your own shop…and we have to prove them wrong. When you said that you came in here because it makes you happy, that makes me happy. That’s why I opened this shop. (Tears of joy begin, MB walks away to compose herself.)
K: Ok, off topic, but online you guys show a book of robots and donuts….
MB: IT’S RIGHT HERE! AND IT’S SIGNED!
K: I’m so excited!!!!
MB: I asked the artist why robots and donuts and he said that someone told him once to paint what he loves, and he loves robots and donuts. It’s about doing what you love. It’s why we want to write or create. We do it because we love it.
K: I think my day was just salvaged.
(K walks out of the shop with her head a little higher and her shoulders a little straighter. She knows that one day she’ll get to that place, and when she does, it will be worth all the heartache and confusion. She knows it doesn’t matter what people think, or the stupid things they say. All that matters is robots and donuts and love.)
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