Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Scene from an elevator

SCENE

(Karen gets on the elevator, already occupied by a very tall, very lean man. He leers at her, ostensibly looking her up and down. Her discomfort and "C'mon 24th floor!" thought-bubble are nearly palpable.)

MAN
          (locking in with intense eye contact)
Sooo. You're on an insulin pump.

KAREN
          (confused, but grateful for familiar territory)
Yes. Yes, I'm on an insulin pump.

MAN
          (still staring, still unnerving)
I'm diabetic, too.
          (pause)
I don't have a pump.

KAREN
          (wondering if he's interested in the pump or judging)
Uh. Yeah? And are...you're on shots?

MAN
Yessss. The poor man's pump.

KAREN
          (feeling incredibly guilty, like she was showing off)
Oh. Um. Well, I just started last September? I was on shots for years before that.

MAN
          (exiting the now-open doors)
Well, if you ever need any juice, I'm on 20.

END SCENE

6 comments:

  1. Okay, this story is adorable. I heart it.

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  2. That was at least a nice gesture...despite the initial awkwardness. lol

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  3. Hmmm, odd or nice? Hard to tell. He was probably just happy to spot another member of the D-Club but didn't quite know what to say. At least you have a juice connection now! LOL

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  4. I love this. Though I'm not sure either - was it nice or creepy?

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  5. Odd, nice, fantastical, & juice on the 20th floor - all good things to know!

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  6. Awkwarrrrrd!

    My CDE called Lantus "the poor man's pump." Then she immediately was like, "Oh, I shouldn't say that, I don't mean to be disprespectful." (Not that she was saying I'm poor. This comment was at my first education appointment, after diagnosis, so it's not like I could even HAVE a pump at that point.)

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