A Play Named Trash

Scene: Ms. Rachel throws trash bag out for fourth story window into dumpster. Mr. Smith walks causally threw the door.

S: What are you doing Ms. Rachel?
R: Takin’ out the trash, Mr. Smith.
S: Did the coons get in the cans again?
R: -sigh- As always.
S: Did they flip the lid?
R: Don’t they all?
S: Did the bastards put up a fight?
R: Don’t they all? (irritated)
Pause
R: Your friend John Q. Law stopped by today, Mr. Smith.
S: What did he want?
R: Wanted to know where the garbage man was at, of course.
S: Did you tell him about the dump?
R: All the raccoons want to get in the dump, get in our trash, those J.Qs are all the same. Dirty dirty coons every last one of them.
S: Yes, but did you tell him about the dump? (irritated, annoyed.)
R: Ha! Why the hell would I tell HIM, a nobody, a chump, where the garbage man was at?
S: Well… you know words get around…. And if he finds out we’re trash.
Pause
S: So… when’s the garbage man going to pick it up?
R: Same time as usual. No later or earlier.
S: Why then? Why not now?
R: You know he makes his rounds, Mr. Smith.
S: What did you do with-
R: Oh! That. Ha-ha… I.. I took care of that.
S: -sigh- You know,, one day some fucker is going to go through your trash and then one day you won’t be so lucky. (scolding, angry)
R: Ha! I’m the fox, remember? I always get away. Always. (shaky confidence)
Pause: both glance down out at the dumpster
S: Why’d you do it?
R: No one likes raccoons in their trash, Mr. Smith.
S: Well, wash up Rachel. Takin’ out the trash can get pretty damn dirty.