Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry.Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next to him. She is wearing a blue floral dress and a pearl necklace, her gray hair is tied in a bun. Mortimer is wearing a blue pin striped suit with a gray tie. His white hair is parted in the middle and neatly combed. He is reading the newspaper and has one leg folded over the other. After a moment Mortimer turns to Myrtle and has a bewildered look on his face as if trying to remember something. Mortimer: Well, hello there. I haven’t seen you in this room before.(He folds his newspaper, placing it on his lap)Myrtle: (She turns to face him, looking puzzled)No, I’ve been here for quite some time; however, I’m not sure whether or not I’ve seen you before, but you do look somewhat familiar.Mortimer: (shaking bursa escort his head, looking at her, puzzled)I don’t know. I have a good memory for faces, but I do not recall seeing you here. Do you come here frequently?Myrtle: As a matter of fact, I do come here frequently. This room is one of my favorite places.Mortimer: This is one of my favorite places, too. Now that I think of it, you do look somewhat familiar. Yes, I believe I have seen you before, but I cannot recall when or where. When was the last time you were in this room?Myrtle: Why, I believe I was here this morning. In fact, I sat here on this very sofa. Yes, this morning.Mortimer: That’s strange. I sat on this sofa this morning, too, but I don’t recall seeing you.Myrtle: I don’t recall seeing you either. There was no one here when I sat on this sofa.Mortimer: (Rubbing his chin, thinking)I am trying to remember where I’ve seen you before. Now it will be bothering me. I can’t stand it when I’ve seen a familiar face and can’t recall where we’ve met.Myrtle: I’m the same way. When I see a familiar face bursa escort bayan I want to know where we might have met.Mortimer: What is your name?Myrtle: My name is Myrtle. What’s yours? Perhaps if I hear your name, it will ring a bell, so to speak.Mortimer: My name is Mortimer Redgrave.Myrtle: Hmmm. Mortimer Redgrave, that name sounds very familiar, but I can’t quite place where we might have known each other.Mortimer: Where are you from, Myrtle? Perhaps that will help us remember. I’m from St. Louis.Myrtle: My, my, isn’t that utterly extraordinary. I’m from St. Louis, also. Perhaps, that is where we met.Mortimer: That is extraordinary, utterly extraordinary! But I can’t recall ever meeting you in St. Louis.Myrtle: Well, let me see. How long have you lived in Blue Hill, Maine?Mortimer: (Mortimer stands up and starts pacing back and forth in front of Myrtle)Well, let me see. I moved to Blue Hill in the spring of 1995. Yes, that’s it. I moved here in the spring of 1995.Myrtle: (clasping her hands in excitement)You did! My, my, isn’t that extraordinary? I, too, escort bursa moved to Blue Hill from St. Louis in the spring of 1995.Mortimer: (Looking stunned)You did. That is extraordinary. I can’t believe we haven’t met before today. I must say that’s very curious and fascinating.Myrtle: That does seem strange. We both moved here from St. Louis in the spring of 1995. I, too, can’t believe we haven’t met. But you do look so familiar. It is indeed utterly baffling and extraordinary that we can’t recall having met.Mortimer: Yes, I agree. It is utterly baffling and extraordinary that we can’t recall having met. I think, however, if we keep trying we will recall where we have met.(Mortimer and Myrtle look at each other, trying hard to remember, looking puzzled)Myrtle: Would you like some tea?Mortimer: (Considering her offer, nodding)Yes, I believe I would. I could go for a cup of tea.Myrtle: What kind would you like?Mortimer: English Breakfast, please. That’s my favorite.Myrtle: (Clasping hands, acting surprised)My, my, English Breakfast, that’s my favorite too. Isn’t that utterly extraordinaryMortimer: Yes, yes, that is utterly extraordinary. Both of us are from St. Louis. Both of us moved to Blue Hill in 1995. And both of us consider English Breakfast our favorite tea. That is utterly extraordinary.Myrtle: Yes, it certainly is.