A bustling Manhattan mid-day. A female EVENTS PLANNER, 30 years old, shoulder-length brown hair, Barney’s Label sleeveless blouse and pantsuit, stands at a glass display counter. She shops for silkscreenable trinkets with which to reward attendees for an impending business conference. A mid-30’s SALES ASSOCIATE with not-so-recently applied blonde highlights makes smalltalk as she retrieves digital clocks and desk caddies for consideration.
SALES ASSOCIATE
Do you like your job?
EVENTS PLANNER
Wha–? Oh– sure.
It’s been so hectic lately.
SALES ASSOCIATE
What is your exact title?
EVENTS PLANNER
(hesitant, slightly confused) I plan special events.
SALES ASSOCIATE
Ah, so you’re not in actual public relations, then.
EVENTS PLANNER
(getting up to speed, but not jumping fully into the conversation) No, I only do special events.
This one’s been real tough. To get everything pulled together… And I worked through the weekend…
SALES ASSOCIATE
Oh, I know. I’ve had a rough few days, too.
I have breast cancer.