Status Shift
          
By Dennis Mui

FADE IN:

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
Customers stand in wait in the waiting area near the front
counter of the restaurant.
JOE DAVIS, mid 50s, walks towards the counter, maneuvering
through the crowd of hungry strangers trying not to make
contact.
                    JOE
          Excuse me...Oops...Sorry...
CARRIE, mid 20s, Hostess, stands behind the counter with a
reservation book and phone at the ready.
THE HOSTESS COUNTER
                    JOE
          Um, hi, we...
The phone rings, Carrie puts the phone to her ear, holds up
her index finger, a signal to shush Joe.
                    CARRIE
          Hello! Yes, for two under Carl. See
          you soon. Bye.
Carrie, still with her index finger up, hangs up the phone
and scribbles down on the reservation book. Then, looks at
Joe.
                    CARRIE
          Welcome, how may I help you?
                    JOE
               (Looking down at his feet)
          oh, um, yea. My wife and I have
          been waiting...
                    CARRIE
          Do you have a reservation?
                    JOE
          uh, for 6:30?
                    CARRIE
          What name is it under?
                    JOE
               (Searching)
          Davis. I think Davis.
                    CARRIE
               (Scanning the reservation
               book)
          Here it is. Davis. 6:30pm. Well Mr.
          Davis, it’s now 7:00pm, so you’ve
          missed your reservation.
                    JOE
          Missed my reservation?
               (Beat)
Joe stares straight at Carrie, clearly frustrated.

                    JOE 
               (Loud)
          Are you god damn kidding me? We’ve
          been here since 6 o’clock just so
          we’d be early for our reservation!
          I’ve seen a bunch of couples come
          in after us and get seated before
          us. We’re starving and my wife has
          been standing there for an
          hour...in heels! This. Is.
          Bullshit.
Carrie, startled, looks around at the other customers to see
if Joe’s outburst had caused a scene. She leans towards Joe
over the counter.
                    CARRIE
               (Quiety)
          Sir, please, please, please, lower
          your voice.
                    JOE
               (Still Loud)
          Lower my voice?
                    CARRIE
          Please. I’m really sorry for the
          wait, but...
                    JOE
          But? But what? Where the hell is
          your manager?!
                    CARRIE
          Um...actually I’m the manager.
                    JOE
          HA! You?! No, no chance.
                    CARRIE
               (offended)
          Excuse me? Why not? Because I’m 24?
          or ’cus I’m a girl? This is my
          family’s place.
Joe’s eyes widen, breaking eye contact. He puts a hand on
the back of his neck, rubbing it while he begins to shift
his weight side to side.
                    JOE
               (Apologetic)
          I, I didn’t mean it like that.
               (Beat)
          So...
                    CARRIE
          So, do you want me to put you on
          the list? It’d be the bottom.
                    JOE
          Sure. Thank you miss, I mean mam. I
          mean?
Carrie looks down at the reservation book and scribbles
"Davis".
Joe turns around and begins to walk back towards his wife.
                    CARRIE
               (Shouting)
          Davis! Table for two!
Joe turns back around, delighted.
                    CARRIE
          Did I say Davis? I meant to say
          Grimes. Grimes! Table for two!

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