"Guess what
play the university is doing this fall?" asked Ro, fresh from orientation, with two scripts to read.
"Intimate Apparel?"
"Nope."
"Unexpected Tenderness?"
"Nope."
"Rivers and Ravines? Sidemen? Dancing at Lughnasa?"
"Nope."
"Comedy or drama?"
"Drama."
"How I Learned to Drive?"
"You were on the right track with One-Acts."
I think for a moment.
"Oh, no. Not Doubt?"
"Yep."

That was the LHS's entry in One-Act Play competition this year and I hated it. So much I really didn't want to see it twice while time-keeping. And it wasn't even the subject matter- was a priest a molester?- as it was the leaden characterization of most of the roles. Really, the mom was the only real character. Everyone else could have been wearing a poster board sign: Mean Nun, Flakey Nun, Trendy Priest. When they didn't advance to State, the rumor was they were sidelined because the judge thought they'd gone there too often. I think it was that awful play. And not listening to your judge's notes.

"C'mon, Mom- be fair. This won't be the forty minute version. There'll be nuance. And we'll finally find out what the fingernails were all about."
"No, there won't. Warn the auditioners."
"I'm not warning anyone. And it's a college production, not high school."
"Twenty bucks says it's no better."
So we shook on it. And she's on her honor to report. Accurately.