Jack: What’s up?
Louisa: Marcia Wallace laughed at my bag. Why’ve people got to be so fucking nasty?
Jack: Let me tell you a story
Louisa: I don’t want a story
Jack: Well, tough, cos I’m gonna tell it anyway. I knew this kid once, right, who’d come in every day to tutorial and his friends would all laugh at him.
Louisa: Why?
Jack: Well, that’s what he kept wondering too. And he couldn’t ask, cos then they’d know he was bothered by it. So one weekend he figured it must be his hair –and he did have bad hair - so he went to a really stylish barber.
Louisa: Did it work?
Jack: Nope, on Monday his friends laughed even harder. So the next weekend he figured maybe it was this baggy coat he always wore.
Scott: Baggy can be cool
Jack: This was, like, homeless baggy
Scott: Ah, okay
Jack: So he got a new jacket, but come Monday they were still laughing. Then it was his shoes, and contact lenses instead of glasses. You get the idea. None of it worked.
Louisa: Harsh
Jack: Yeah, well, I don’t make the rules. But eventually he just gave up and asked, ‘Why’d you keep laughing at me?’
Louisa: This is my stop
Jack: Don’t you wanna hear the end?
Louisa shrugs and exits
Scott: I do. What’d they say?
Jack: They said, ‘It’s that look you get on your face, when you know we’re about to laugh at you.’
