On Our Way To Crazy

THE SCENE. Saturday afternoon, Centrifuge camp. Three vans are loaded with kids and ready to drive back to Nashville.

THE PLAYERS. Aaron, driver of the lead van full of junior high kids, and Brandi, driver of the last van and keeper of the medicine bag

Aaron gets out of his van and approaches Brandi’s window.

AARON: I have a problem and you have to fix it.

BRANDI: … ok.

AARON: My van stinks like body odor and I am not breathing that in for six hours.

BRANDI: What am I supposed to do about it?

AARON: I don’t know but I am not driving away until it’s fixed.

Aaron walks back to his van. Brandi considers her options. Remembers a small stick of deodorant in the medicine bag. Grabs it and walks to lead van. Opens door.

BRANDI: Raise your hand if you put deodorant on this morning.

(Every kid in the van raises their hand.)

BRANDI: OK. I don’t want to call anybody out, but somebody’s lying. It stinks in this van, y’all. You know it, I know it, Aaron knows it, and we’re not going anywhere till it’s fixed. So…

(Brandi pulls out the deodorant. Kids groan.)

BRANDI: I know this is gross. But this is a brand new stick of deodorant, and I need everyone in this van to use it right now. Just pass it back till everyone’s had it. OK?

(Kids respond with varying degrees of protest, but they do it. The van smells very deodorant-y.)

BRANDI: Thanks y’all. Have a pleasant, stink-free ride home.