(scene opens in near empty waiting room, tv in corner blathering on)
Alpha: What in gods name is that?
Me: (pained) Real Wives of New Jersey.
Alpha: Why the hell is she so obsessed with her nose?
Me: Well, when you only see your worth in your looks, every little wrinkle counts.
(show drones on, petty dramas are petty)
Alpha: I don’t understand what’s going on.
Me: (slowly going mad) There’s no such thing as reality tv. Nothing about it is real. They follow them around for 24 hrs and cut the best parts in to one hour and take everything is out of context. Not only that, but then every single one of those people aren’t real. Nothing about them is real. They’re pretending. They’re making up these ridiculous characters that make dumb decisions. They’re putting on airs and wearing silly clothes and doing whatever they can to generate ratings and get the most screen time. It’s just all…. (stops, growing look of horror Carrot’s face)
Nurse: (enters into waiting room) Alpha?
(Alpha leaves, Carrot remains seated)
Me: (whispers to self) Reality tv is larp for non-larpers.
(home audience dead silent, fade to black, cut to car commercial)