About an Object (c. 1999)

Characters:
Bob - 36-year-old male
Karen - 35-year-old female


Time:
April, 7 a.m.


Place:
A bathroom


                                                  (The curtain rises.

                                                  The stage is set with a sink
                                                  and a mirror above it, stage
                                                  left. KAREN is wearing a 
                                                  towel.  Her left foot is 
                                                  rested on the sink's edge as 
                                                  she shaves that leg.   BOB
                                                  enters wearing a pair of 
                                                  slacks and an unbuttoned white
                                                  shirt.  While she is speaking,
                                                  KAREN does not look up at BOB,
                                                  unless otherwise indicated.)

                                   BOB

What do you think you are doing?

                                  KAREN

The last time I checked, it was shaving.

                                   BOB

Yeah, with my razor.

                                  KAREN

Does it matter?

                                   BOB

Yes.

                                  KAREN

Why?  It's a razor . . . 

                                                  (KAREN turns around to glance 
                                                  at BOB and then turns back to 
                                                  resume her shaving.)

                                  KAREN

 . . . and you don't need to shave.

                                                  (BOB raises his hand to touch
                                                  his chin, but lowers it again
                                                  before he does.)

                                   BOB

Yes, I do . . . It's the morning.  I shave in the mornings.

                                  KAREN

So do I.

                                   BOB

Whether you shave when I do doesn't matter.  The point is, you are using my 
razor.

                                  KAREN

Are you afraid that I am going to give you girl germs?

                                   BOB

Don't be ridiculous.

                                  KAREN

All right, then.  Now, leave me alone.  I'll be done in less than ten minutes.

                                   BOB

You're using my razor.

                                  KAREN

So you've said.  If you're not afraid of getting a disease from my use of this,
then why do you care?

                                   BOB

It's the principle of the thing!

                                  KAREN

What?  I can't use a razor?

                                   BOB

You have your own.

                                                  (KAREN shrugs.)

                                  KAREN

I couldn't find it.

                                   BOB

Oh, well, that's all good.  Now . . .

                                                  (BOB looks around. He sees a
                                                  toothbrush and grabs it.)

                                   BOB

I couldn't find my toothbrush!

                                                  (KAREN slams the razor down
                                                  and lifts her head to the
                                                  ceiling.)

                                  KAREN

Oh, for Heaven's sake!

                                   BOB

If you don't give me my razor, then I won't give you your toothbrush.

                                                  (KAREN turns around.)

                                  KAREN

You already brushed your teeth!

                                   BOB

I don't care.  I'll . . . brush them again

                                                  (KAREN turns back to the sink,
                                                  turns the tap, rinses off the 
                                                  razor and hands it to BOB, who
                                                  takes it with his free hand.)

                                  KAREN

 . . . Here . . . take the razor.

                                   BOB

Thank you.

                                                  (BOB crosses to the sink as
                                                  KAREN counter-crosses to BOB's
                                                  entry point.  KAREN stops and
                                                  turns to BOB.)

                                  KAREN

By the way.  That's your toothbrush you're holding.  I couldn't find mine either
this morning.

                                                  (KAREN exits.

                                                  The curtain falls.)



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