MARIE enters with a basket of dirty laundry. She sees a pair
of sweat socks on the floor. She begins to growl as she makes
her way to them. She bends to pick them up. Then she looks at
them and throws them back on the ground. She starts to walk away.
She comes back and goes through the entire routine again.
Finally, she throws the socks on the ground, grabs the phone and
dials.
DR.
FLORA: Hello, this is Dr. Flora, 1-800-D -R F- L- O -R- A, how
can I help you?
MARIE: Dr. Flora. Thank goodness for you! Im Marie from
Canton. I have a moral dilemma.
DR. FLORA: Of course you do, dear.
MARIE: My husband has left his sweat socks on the living room
floor again. What should I do?
DR.
FLORA: Marie. This is serious. You knew this about him when
you married him?
MARIE:
(Sheepishly) Well...I...yes.... But, he was a bachelor then.
All single men throw their socks on the floor...
DR. FLORA: Now, Marie...
MARIE: ...and their dirty towels...
DR. FLORA: Marie.
MARIE: ...and their dirty dishes...
DR. FLORA: MARIE! Snap out of it!
MARIE:
Im sorry. (Sobbing) Oh, Dr. Flora, what should I do?
DR.
FLORA: Now Marie, I know this is difficult, but in the past,
have you picked up your husbands socks for him?
MARIE:
(Ashamed) Yes!
DR.
FLORA: Oh, Marie.
MARIE:
I know, I know. Ive tried everything. Ive picked them
up and never said a word. Then I tried leaving notes on the socks.
Then I refused to fix dinner until the dirty socks were put in the
hamper.
DR. FLORA: And what did he do?
MARIE: He ordered out.
DR. FLORA: Marie. How could you let it get to this point?
MARIE: I dont know. I thought if I picked them up, hed
get the hint.
DR. FLORA: Mmm, mmm, mmm.
MARIE: Then I thought clever little quips about the smell of
sweat socks in the evenings would help him to see...
DR. FLORA: Youre only making it worse.
MARIE: Dont I know that?! Now, I completely loose control
when I see socks. I think Im on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
DR. FLORA: Have you thought about seeking professional advice?
MARIE: Im calling you.
DR. FLORA: Ah. Right. Marie, I think its time for an intervention.
Have you tried a twelve-step group?
MARIE: Oh, Doug would never do that. It took me five years to
get him to go to church with me.
DR.
FLORA: And does he still go with you?
MARIE: Are you kidding? The first service he went to he loved!
He is totally involved. Hes signed us up for everything. Were
on the coffee committee. We lead a small group. On Saturday mornings
he coaches for the church soccer league.
DR. FLORA: So, the socks are really the only problem?
MARIE: (Emphatically) Yes!
DR. FLORA: (Total change of tone) It doesnt sound
like that big of a deal.
MARIE:
What?!
DR. FLORA: Well, I mean, socks are just socks.
MARIE: You dont think they represent a deeper moral issue?
DR. FLORA: Like what?
MARIE: Like how Im the sweat sock slave. All I do all
day long is pick up sweat socks!
Marie
is on a tirade now, DR. FLORAs lines are mere interjections
DR.
FLORA: Well, Im sure that you dont do that all day
long...
MARIE: Or how he couldnt care less about whether or not
I want to be on the coffee committee, he just signed us up!
DR. FLORA: Im sure that socks dont have anything
to do with coffee...
MARIE: Or how four years ago he didnt get me anything
for Mothers day!
DR. FLORA: Oh, how many children do you have?
MARIE: One
DR. FLORA: How old?
MARIE: Shes two.
DR. FLORA: So, dirty socks have nothing to do with whether or
not your husband got you a card 4 years ago.
MARIE: Right! I guess theyre just dirty socks!!
DR. FLORA: Exactly.
MARIE: Thank you, thank you, Dr. Flora.
DR. FLORA: Of course, my dear. This is Dr. Flora saying, Get
Over Your Life!
MARIE
hangs up the phone and without thinking picks up the socks and
walks off.