(There is a window on the stage, and a MAN standing before it. He turns to face the audience)
MAN
Do you realize that a man is standing across the street, who has been staring at this window for 20 minutes? The man is handicapped and he smells of moldy cheese. And he stands outside my window every day, at half past noon, for half an hour, and he stares inside my room. With half a brain and half a dollar in his pocket, he stands out there and waits. I know he has a half a dollar because I threw it at him once. Just to watch him fetch. It took him 30 seconds just to realize he’d been hit. It took him 30 more to pick it up. He still has it in his pocket. I don’t think he showers. I’ve never seen him wear a different shirt. He just stands alone for 30 minutes, with his thirty second reflex, and his dirty yellow t-shirt, and then, at one, he walks away and the only proof I even have that he exists is the smell of old formage. Can you smell it?
(He breathes in. The smell of moldy cheese wafts into the audience.)
It smells worse than I-don’t-know-what. Of course, he is my father, but I’ll never let him in.
(The MAN exits. Slowly another man enters the stage, in a dirty yellow t- shirt. He crosses to the window and looks in. His voice is sad and distant, like an old forgotten dream.)
OLD MAN
Hello? Anybody lose a nickel? I’ve got a giant nickel here. In my pocket. It hit me in the face two days ago. It hit me in the face. Anybody here? You need some change? I’ve got some change to offer you. It’s just a giant nickel. Anybody in here? Hell-o? Anyone?
(Suddenly, in a rage, he punches the empty space within the window frame. We hear the sounds of shattered glass.)
I SAID I’VE GOT SOME CHANGE!
(Pause)
I guess nobody one wants the change.
(He exits. A YOUNG WOMAN enters.)
YOUNG WOMAN
Oh my. Where did all this glass come from? I hope no one was hurt. (She looks around) I bet it was that gentleman across the street. He’s been standing there for several days now. For several days. That’s far too long. That’s simply far too long. I should call the police. You know, I’ve told my husband to go do that, but he refuses. Husband? Honey, are you home? Oh my, I’ll have to call the repairman too. I don’t want to catch a cold.
(She exits. The MAN re-enters.)
MAN
Good lord! What? Where did all this glass come from? I hope my darling is all right. Darling? Wife? Bunchkins? (He turns to the audience and snaps his fingers.) I’ll bet it was my father. He isn’t at his post. He’s not the man he used to be. He’s dirty. People used to love that man. They adored him. They threw money at his feet. But… that was thirty years ago. People change in thirty years. People… change. Now they throw money at his face.
(Small pause)
Well, at least the smell of cheese is gone. At least the…
(He stops himself from finishing)
I’ll have to call the repairman soon. I don’t want Muffin catching cold.
