Scene: Middle aged woman on the heavy side ordering fries at New York Fries Food Stand in a mall food court in the midafternoon. She walks with a bit of a limp and lurch due to bad creaky knees. She settles at a food court table.
Bent: Un, unh. No. Don’t you dare!
Kneel: No more French Fries!
Bent: We thought we talked about this?
Woman looks around confused.
Bent: Who’s talking?
Kneel: Look down you ingrate!
Woman keeps head facing forward, pauses fry in opened mouth and with raised eyebrows glances down.
Bent and Kneel: Yes. It’s your trusty knees. Always there when you kneel on us. ( guffawing)
Woman chomps on fry and wags her head frowning.
Bent: Nonsense. It’s you that’s the pain!
Kneel: Go easy there Bent. You know stress isn’t good for us.
Bent: Actually Kneel, you have to admit the regular physiotherapy has been quite
beneficial. And things have been lighter since Madam lost those last 11 pounds.
Woman smiles. Pushes fries away.
Kneel: Latisha the physiotherapist is pretty hot too!
Bent: Oooohhh doggy! Love the way she massages my cap.
Woman looks down in disgust.
Bent and Kneel: Eeeww? You know knees can be sexy.
Woman gets up and right knee buckles a bit.
Kneel: Ouch! Did you take your Celebrex yet, sweetie pie? My meniscus is a little sore.
Bent: Yeah the hamstrings are feeling a little tight. How about a few stretches?
Woman does a right side hamstring stretch balancing on the food court table for stability. Walks gingerly towards the stairs.
Kneel: Whoa! Take the elevator for knees’ sake!
Woman sighs. She pushes the Up button on the mall elevator door.