Friday, October 18, 2024

MISERABLE JOB

MISERABLE JOB

FADE IN:

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

Mrs Mariam and Mrs Abigail are sitting on a couch, chatting.

MARIAM
(teasingly)
Oh, Abigail, teaching is such a miserable job. You're not paid well, and it's so...lowly.

ABIGAIL
(smiling)
Actually, Mariam, I love teaching. It's my passion. I'm happy to do it, even if it's not highly paid.

MARIAM
(laughing)
Really? I couldn't imagine doing that job.

ABIGAIL
(shrugging)
It's what I love, so it doesn't feel like "work" to me.

CUT TO:

INT. MARIAM'S HOME - LATER

Mariam's kids enter the room, and she says:

MARIAM
(to the kids)
Okay, kids, time to go to school!

ABIGAIL
(raises an eyebrow)
Wait, Mariam? You're taking your kids to school? But didn't you just say teaching is a miserable job?

MARIAM
(defensively)
Oh, I didn't mean it that way!

ABIGAIL
(smirking)
That's what you implied, though! Do you want your kids to be influenced by people in such a "lowly" profession?

MARIAM
(flustered)
Abigail, stop teasing me!

ABIGAIL
(laughing)
I'm just pointing out the contradiction, my friend!

FADE OUT.


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