Scene: Registration table for a pediatric cancer benefit marathon. A stereotypical teamster guy sits behind the table.
Enter woman runner
Teamster: “The registration fee is 30 dollars.”
Runner: sheepishly“All I’ve got is 29.”Smiles hopefully
Teamster: “Look lady. If it was up to me, I’d let you go, but these cancer kids… They’re real ball-breakers.”
Enter bald kid with an IV
Jimmy: sneering“Do we have problem here?”
Teamster: “N-n-no Jimmy. Th-there’s no problem.”
Jimmy: eyeing both “I didn’t think so.”
Exit Jimmy
