Dick's
starring
Frank and Jo
Scene: FRANK is sitting in the living room. JO enters, talking on the phone.
JO: I love you too, Nicholas. Good luck on your new job.
(She disconnects.)
FRANK: What's up?
JO: Our oldest grandchild has a summer job.
FRANK: Where?
JO: Dick's.
FRANK: What's "Dick's?"
JO: A sporting goods store. You've been there.
FRANK: I've never been to Dick's.
JO: Yes, you have. We went together.
FRANK: Where is this Dick's you claim I have been to?
JO: It's a chain; they're everywhere.
FRANK: And which link in this chain of Dick's did we allegedly visit?
JO: I'm not sure. The one in the Quad Cities, or maybe when we were in Denver.
FRANK: I have absolutely no knowledge of any of these Dick's, and, further, I categorically deny having been inside either of these Dick's.
JO: I was looking for a Cardinals baseball cap. You were stomping around the store, complaining. It's a big place, with camping stuff, and hunting stuff. How can you possibly not remember this?
FRANK: I will now speak as plainly as I possibly can: I. Don't. Know. Jack. About. Dick's.
(FRANK slides of his chair and collapses on the floor in a fit of laughter. Finally, he manages to drag himself to his knees.)
JO: So, is this going to wind up on the internet?
Curtain
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