(Scene: The space between K’s desk “ledge” and the door of C’s office, where many a conversation begin, such as the one going on right now…)
C: So, tell me this plan of yours for if you get laid-off here. Medical Marijuana, huh?
K: Yeah! I mean, how could it fail? I’d just move to Mendocino, get myself enough land that I can actually produce a profitable harvest, and the rest is easy.
C: I think you need to do it in LA so you’re closer to the border.
K: Nah, the weather up north on the coast is where it’s at.
C: I really think you need to listen to me on this one.
K: You want to come work for me if things should go poorly for you here?
C: (in a very firm, “I’m making a point that you won’t get” voice) I will work with you but never for you.
K: Oh, come on! How come I can’t be the boss this one time?
C: (in an “I’m kidding you but will continue this act til you understand what I’m driving at” manner) Seriously? Are you serious?
K: (so clueless it’s just sad) Um, why wouldn’t I be serious?
C: Katie, what color is your skin?
K: “Pale as Death” white.
C: And what color is mine?
K: (light bulb of realization suddenly turns on) Oh.
C: (carrying the joke forward) Now, if you’re saying that you’d like me, a black man, to come work for you, a white lady, out in a field, you’re outta your flipping mind. 200 years and people still can’t get it right. Have mercy.
K: Oh, for the love, really?! Seriously?! You’re going there?! My family wasn’t even in this country! They were starving to death because they couldn’t grow a decent potato and were too busy chasing sheep around to worry about immigrating to America!
C: (with a laugh) You started it, missy.
K: (starts laughing) Ok, you know what? Fine. There’s no way out of this one at all. You can be my business partner, ok?
C: You bet I can.
(Nothing quite like a good laugh at work, while making everyone think a little bit. End scene…)
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