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[SCENE ONE]
Ohmygoodness walk in the door:
(Older Gentleman comes out of bedroom where he was napping. Slinks over to backdoor, taps quietly on the door, Jack is alerted and runs for the door, we cannot see who opens the backdoor a tiny bit for his “buddy” to dash in the doorway.)
(Rain Clouds cover the shining Sunlight causing the backyard to darken)
(Daniel, Einstein, Maggie, and Luci come inside the house)
“DID YOU SEE THIS PIECE OF MAIL THAT CAME TODAY,” demands the older gentleman holding the letter from the IRS Daniel put on the counter after coming in the door from work prior to going outside?!?
“Dude you don’t have to yell. Let me go to the bathroom and we can fix/address/discuss that letter. That’s why I asked you about it in my head bringing it home,” Daniel exclaims.
(Daniel exits Stage Left – Older Gentleman walks off Right Stage)
(Daniel knocks on closed door in the hallway)
“Hey, you awake? Let’s talk,” Daniel states as he opens the door to see the Older Gentleman laying on the bed with the IRS envelope in his hand and Jack staring at the open doorway.
[Dining Room/Computer Office]
“Did you see this,” Older Gentleman inquires.
“I didn’t open it you did, but yeah I was wondering what it was about,” says Daniel.
“There was a $137 mistake on the filing,” the Older Gentleman began, “and they are going to send a refund. THIS ADDRESS IS WRONG! THE . . .”
“Whoa a sec, let me show you this,” interupting is Daniel as he reaches across the seated fellow and grabs the computer mouse, clicks on a window on the screen, and releases the device as he stands up. “See that 1040? This is the address we used to file your taxes and the Social Security changes have not been acknowledged yet, and I’ve told you since Friday it’s getting near the end of the 30 day window to get the mail that I’m hoping the USPS forwards, but the Social Security may have it marked, ‘NO FORWARD,’ I have no idea since we didn’t have to alert the government all the times we have moved in the past.”
“I’m going to miss any $10,000 check they may send me without my address changed,” the Older Gentleman explains.
With irritation beginning to show on Daniel’s face, he states, “We’ll get the address changed and the USPS will bloody forward the damn mail for at least six months.”
(The Older Gentleman arises, and exits Stage Right in a “huff”.)
[ENDS SCENE ONE]
[SCENE TWO]
(Zooming in from behind on the left handed side of Daniel facing the 36′ monitor with an IRS Form 8822 .pdf in clear vision. Within the boxes on the .pdf we see the names, Daniel’s head blocks the SSN fields, the old address and the new address boxes filled out.)
“CAN YOU COME AND PROOF THIS 8822 ‘CHANGE OF ADDRESS’ IRS FORM,” Daniel yells?
(door opens off Stage Right)
“This will be the wrong form, or you picked the wrong one,” the Older Gentleman gruffly says as he walks over to the computer and sits down in the chair in front of the monitor.
As the Older Gentleman reads the 8822 .pdf form on the monitor, he excitedly complains, “my Social Security Number is wrong it’s not 88888!”
Looking at the monitor as he reaches for the mouse to move the cursor to the field boxes the view of the numbers other than the offending ‘88888’ are blocked, “oh my ‘8’ button was sticking there a second.”
Opening another pdf in another window, Daniel says, “Look here it’s fixed.”
“DON’T CLOSE IT I’VE NOT FINISHED,” the Older Gentleman snarkingly blurts out.
“LOOK YOU CAN STOP BITCHING TO ME, I’M FUCKING GETTING THIS DONE ASAP,” lowering his tone Daniel continues, “just as I’ve done every request since December. I come in and (swiftly kicking into the air) WHAM another kick-in-the-balls to get shit done!”
[END SCENE TWO]
[SCENE THREE]
“Well there you go! THANK YOU SO MUCH MR.Computer Expert,” emfactacly stated by the Older Gentleman as he gets up from the computer and exits Stage Right. Trailing off we don’t understanding what he is saying exiting the Stage, “murmur (etc).”
(Older lady suffles onto Stage Right and continues toward the recliner chair facing the television (aka “Smart TV”) and sits down to watch “Dancing in the Rain” on TCM on the wide screen above the fireplace)
“HaHaHaHaHaaHaa…”
(Camera pans back fading to black as “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World” plays on the television and the Older Lady laughs hysterically.
God bless
