“Well, You Have to Admire His Tenacity,” or “All This for a Continental Breakfast?”

a slightly longer play about a low level scam when all the Fs to give dried up in the Miami sun.

Scene: A South Beach Hotel Lobby. There is a light continental breakfast. A Young Gay Scammer, sunburned and a smidge past his prime walks in.

YGS: (Yawns.) Oh my! What a night, amirite, guys? Everyone just looks so different and tired after being out on the town.

(YGS finger guns to a random hotel guest before scooping a bunch of cereal into his yogurt. He then takes a couple of pancakes and catches the attention of the Hotel Manager.)

Hotel Manager: Hi sir—are you a guest at this hotel?

YGS: (indignantly) A gueeest? I just checked out last night. I even left my bags with the attendant at the front desk.

(The Attendant, within earshot of the conversation shakes his head “no” the Hotel Manager.)

HM: Ok. Do you remember your room number?

YGS: I can’t remember. It was on the second floor though. My friend got the reservation, and I’m not sure what name it’s under.

HM: Ok. Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.

YGS: Ok, well, I’m never coming back to this establishment.

HM: We’ll just have to take that risk, sir.

(YGS leaves.)

Scene: South Beach Hotel Bar, adjacent from the main lobby. 6pm. The bartender is setting up for Happy Hour. YGS peeks inside, but immediately scrambles away when he sees the same hotel staff from earlier.

(Lights dim.)

HM: Well, you have to admire his tenacity.

(The end.)