MIKE'S CUBICLE - DAY
Mike sits at his desk behind four-foot-tall felt-and
particle-board walls. Papers are stacked on his desk in a
manner comprehensible to none of the office staffers who
pass by. His hands are on the keyboard. As we ZOOM IN on
the screen, we see that the letter K has been typed for
six solid lines.
Mike is asleep.
JUST OUTSIDE MIKE'S CUBICLE - CONTINUOUS
We see Mike just out of sight of his file cabinet.
Coworker #1 walks by, pauses briefly, shakes head, moves
Time passes. The camera remains fixed.
Coworker #2 walks by, pauses briefly, shakes head, moves
Coworker #3 walks by, pauses briefly, shakes head, then
strides into the cubicle. This is ELIZABETH, MIKE's wife.
Wake up, oh husband of mine.
ELIZABETH grabs a sheaf of papers from the desk and
whacks it across his head.
It's clear you need some herbal tea with
gingko biloba. It will make you more
Mike's head falls on his keyboard.
That story is true, more or less. Every day at work, now, my spouse brings me a heaping Starbucks promotional cup full of herbal lemon ginger tea. I drink it dutifully, and it isn't bad tasting. I may actually be receiving benefits from it.
But imagine, if you will, the dutiful spouse who starts feeding a new substance to her husband. Is it really lemon ginger tea... or is it something more sinister?
Perhaps... Mountain Dew?
Anything but that!