Sunday, December 14th, 4:00am
Norm (and Vic)
Norm sits at the window. Vic takes a seat across the aisle.
Norm: (regards him briefly) Not much.
Vic: Why so glum, chum?
Norm: (looks at him) Why don’t you go find somewhere else to sit?
Vic: Get fired from the factory?
Norm: (stares out the window, mumbling) None of your business.
Vic: If you need some money I can help you out.
Norm: (regards him) Yeah? Doing what?
Vic: (reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small baggie) I’ve got a little business goin’.
Norm: I’m not into drugs. And anyway, what makes you think I’m not a cop?
Vic: Are you a cop.
Norm: (smiles) Yeah.
Norm escorts Vic off the bus in handcuffs.
Next stop: Monday, December 15th, 4:00pm