A Punny Valentine’s Day Play for My Honey
For the past two years, in honor of Valentine’s Day, I have written a love letter in this space to my wife, Jill, who has Huntington’s disease. This year, instead of a Valentine’s Day letter, I’ve decided to write her a love play.
It goes like this:
[Carlos makes a cellphone call.]
Carlos: I’d like to make a reservation for Valentine’s Day.
Hostess: How many, sir?
Carlos: One.
Hostess: What time?
Carlos: 7 p.m.
Hostess: Under what name, sir?
Carlos: Carlos.
Hostess: OK, you’re all set. We’ll see you then.
Carlos: Thank you.
[Cut to a nice restaurant. COVID-19 and Huntington’s disease (HD) enter.]
COVID-19: Hi, I made a reservation.
Hostess: What’s your name, sir?
COVID-19: COVID-19.
[Hostess pulls a mask out of her pocket and puts it on.]
Hostess: Right this way.
[COVID-19 coughs as he walks. The two sit down.]
COVID-19: This is excellent. No one’s wearing a mask in here.
HD: You must love it when that happens.
COVID-19: I bet I just infected that entire family sitting over there.
HD: Maybe they’re vaccinated and boosted.
COVID-19: I hate those words.
[Carlos and Jill enter the restaurant. Carlos is wearing a Wired magazine T-shirt. HD stares at them.]
COVID-19: Why are you staring? Do you recognize them?
HD: Her.
[Carlos speaks to the hostess.]
Carlos: Reservation for one.
HD: I know her.
Hostess: Name?
HD: And her daughter.
Carlos: Carlos.
Hostess: I see it here. But it just says for one.
Carlos: Jill and I are two souls with one heart.
Jill: I have to apologize for my husband. He’s a romantic. And he likes puns.
Carlos: That wasn’t a pun, Jill. I’m just bad at math.
Jill: He’s also bad at jokes.
Hostess: This way, please.
[Hostess sits Jill and Carlos next to COVID-19’s table.]
COVID-19: I recognize both of them.
HD: You infected them both?
COVID-19: Yup. But she got it really bad.
HD: You’re losing your touch, COVID-19.
COVID-19: I can’t get everyone I infect to disappear.
HD: That’s how you call it?
COVID-19: I can’t help it, I like magic.
[Carlos and Jill sit down.]
Jill: This place is beautiful.
Carlos: Just like you, my dear.
Jill: I’m surprised you didn’t dress up a little bit.
Carlos: You don’t like my T-shirt?
Jill: It’s not that dressy.
Carlos: It is comfy, though.
[HD stares at Jill.]
COVID-19: Looks like you recognize her, too.
HD: I do.
COVID-19: I couldn’t make her disappear, but you can?
HD: Yes.
COVID-19: You must like magic, too.
HD: Nope, just making people suffer.
COVID-19: I admire you for that, but I’m still more effective.
HD: Yeah, more than 900,000 deaths in this country is nothing to sneeze at.
Carlos: I have a little surprise for you, my dear.
Jill: No more puns for a year?
Carlos: That’s not a surprise, that’s a tragedy.
Jill: You know I don’t like surprises.
Carlos: Well, it’s not a surprise, because I just gave you advance notice.
Jill: OK, the suspense is killing me. What’s the surprise that’s not a surprise anymore?
Carlos: I’m writing you a play.
Jill: A play without puns?
Carlos: A comedic play, not a tragedy.
Jill: OK.
Carlos: And because I’m the writer, I can make anything I want happen in the play.
Jill: OK.
Carlos: Like this.
[Four policemen enter the restaurant. They surround the table where COVID-19 and HD are sitting.]
Policeman #1: Freeze!
COVID-19: What the … ?
Jill: Carlos …
Policeman #2: Hands up!
Jill: Carlos, what’s going on?
COVID-19 [Holding a glass of wine]: What the … ?
Carlos: You’ll see, my dear.
Policeman #3: Hands where I can see them!
HD: What’s going on?
Policeman #4: Put down that glass of wine, or I will shoot!
Policeman #1: You’re under arrest.
COVID-19: Arrest? For what?!
Policeman #2: Murder, attempted murder, …
HD: Are you crazy? We’re just two guys eating dinner.
COVID-19: And drinking wine.
HD: Yeah, killers don’t drink wine!
[HD and COVID-19 are handcuffed.]
Policeman #3: We know who you are.
Carlos [To COVID-19]: Who’s disappearing now, Houdini?
Policeman #1: We know you admitted to killing, and attempting to kill, hundreds of thousands of people.
HD: How can you possibly know that?
Policeman #2: He was wired. [Points to Carlos.]
[Carlos lifts his Wired magazine T-shirt and shows Jill he’s wearing a wire.]
Jill: OK, so that explains why you were wearing that T-shirt.
Policeman #3: We heard everything you said.
Policeman #4: You have the right to remain silent …
[The policemen escort COVID-19 and HD out of the restaurant.]
Carlos: Now you know why I wrote this play, my love.
Jill: I know exactly why. You’re addicted to puns.
Carlos: No, I wrote it because it was therapeutic.
Jill: Your version of a cure.
Carlos: Exactly. And I got rid of COVID-19 as a bonus. They’ll be behind bars for years. They will never hurt you, or others, again.
Jill: Thank you, my dear.
[They kiss.]
Carlos: Happy Valentine’s Day, Jill!
The End.
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