VLAD: (points at ESTHER’s legs) What’s with the leg warmers?
ESTHER: What do you mean?
VLAD: I’ve never seen you wear them.
ESTHER: I don’t know what to tell you. They’re warm. Can you help me with this? (With VLAD’s help she succeeds in pulling off her shoe. She turns it upside down and shakes it existentially. A tiny pebble falls to the asphalt.).
VLAD: (weakly) There it is.
ESTHER: Let’s get out of here.
VLAD: We can’t.
ESTHER: Why not?
VLAD: We’re waiting. Flashmob.
ESTHER: Are we sure it was here?
The one with the bowler hats and the tree and the what-have-yous, except, instead, it’s a flashmob they’re waiting for. Should they stay, should they go? It was today, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?
