(enter young, presumably attractive, college aged GIRL. she is carrying a large piece of sculpture. )
BENJAMIN: hey, uh...how you doing? i'll open the door for you when you leave.
GIRL: um, thanks?
BENJAMIN: you dropping stuff off?
GIRL: yeah. um...(shifts weight of piece. it is clearly heavy and she is clearly uncomfortable.)
BENJAMIN: (clueless) you go to school for art?
GIRL: yeah.
BENJAMIN: cool, cool. whatcha got there?
GIRL: (awkward silence, then awkward laughter) ummmm, sculpture?
BENJAMIN: cool.
GIRL: (still struggling under the weight of her piece, a bit frantic) can i just put it on this table over here?!?!?
BENJAMIN: oh, yeah, totally. cool, cool. so, uh, where do you go to school?
GIRL: oh i go to skidmore.
BEJAMIN: cool. i go to skidmore all the time. you know, to the water tower. drinking.
GIRL: oh yeah? us too. we go there all the time.
BENJAMIN: yeah, i go there all the time. sometime i just want to, like, bring a ladder and climb up so high that nobody can touch me, you know?
GIRL: (at this point she seems to have decided that BENJAMIN is more involved in this organization than he is and, presumably, useful. she's wrong on both counts.) (excited) oh my god totally. if you do that you should totally let me know because we're talking about doing that ALL. THE. TIME!
BENJAMIN: cool. you want my instagram?
GIRL: yeah, that sounds cool.
BENJAMIN: yeah, i got some cool stuff on there. you know, spray paint, and graffiti that i do. other stuff.
GIRL: cool.
BENJAMIN: cool. cool.
(administrators who have been eavesdropping stab themselves in the ears. BENJAMIN and GIRL are ignorant to the harikari of the ears taking place just feet away. they continue to make plans as he walks her to the door.)
(end scene.)


