skit 1

enter kat.

K: Why hello there, friend!

alex: Hello, Kat!

K: You know, I wish I had two cans and a piece of string so we could connect them and talk to each other.

alex: Well,what do you know! I just happen to have two cans and a piece of string.
(pulls out cans and string)

K: Wow, that's fantastic. Now, I can talk to you whenever I want!

end scene.

Lemons.

What do I see?
Vibrant yellow lemons
Each cut into perfect thin slices
And there are millions of them.
And why are there lemons, you might ask.
Because my dad likes to cut lemons. Lots of them.
And for what?
Optimism

You see, each lemon has a little slit in the center of its yellow sun where it will be placed on a polished glass by a dishwasher’s cracked hands, filled with cubes of glistening ice and cold water by a nervous busser, and finally taken by the delicate, but fastidious server to the gentleman in a cashmere sweater who is sweating profusely.

Naturally the more lemons that are used, the more customers there will be. So at the beginning of each day, my dad cuts four extra large lemons into slices of 12 each. And he continues to cut them every hour. This isn’t so bad… if we were an established restaurant with a steady inflow of customers. But we’re not. So by the end of the day, we are swimming in bright neon lemons, breathing in the citrus with our permanently pursed lips and crying because it’s stinging our eyes.

No one wants to tell my dad to stop cutting the lemons. No one wants to tell him that he’s wasting money and that those lemons are probably just going to be stored in the fridge for the next day when they turn brown at the edges and hard on the outer skin. And why not? Because we are all hoping for the same thing: for this restaurant to be successful. We’ve put our hearts and our hopes and we’ve sacrificed so much for this restaurant. We’ve given up the concept of family for this restaurant and now all we can think about is the success for the restaurant because we can’t bare to think of anything less of that. It would be too heartbreaking. So here we are holding our breath and listening to the incessant chopping of the cutting board hoping that a hungry prospect will gallantly walk through those cream colored doors.