The Writers Didn’t Show Up
George, Elaine, Kramer, and Jerry sit around a table at Monk’s Cafe. Elaine drums her fingers while sighing exasperatedly. Kramer checks his watch for a third time. Jerry slumps forward, falling asleep for a microsecond. George’s face grows red.
Finally, it is too much for Costanza to take. “So what the hell are we supposed to be doin’ today, for cryin’ out loud!”
August 6th, 2014 7:48pm