Monday, August 20, 2007
Serial Monday
Episode II
Guess Who's NOT Coming to Dinner
Previously on Serial Monday.
We meet Professor Dash Tompkins, who's some sort of scientist or something, as he's finishing up controversial DHMO research, going through his spam email and preparing for his date with a well known actress and writer.
Will Dash get through all of his email before his big date? Will his lab assistant, Todd Baldwin, engage Dash in more meaningless DHMO banter? Just what kind of scientist is Dash anyway?
The answers to these and many more question await in this week's Serial Monday.
Dash reached for his wallet as the cab pulled up to Rockfish, one of the hottest new restaurants in Manhattan. He pulled out his fare and a sizable tip, handed it to the cabbie with a smile and stepped out of the cab.
He entered Rockfish and walked up to the maitre d'.
"May I help you?" the maitre d' asked.
"Yes, I have a reservation. Tompkins."
"Let me see." The maitre d' looked over his book of reservations. "Ah, here we are. Tompkins. Dr. Dash Tompkins and guest. It seems your guest has already arrived, sir."
"Really?" Dash was truly surprised. "Tina said she would be a few minutes later than me, what with working on her TV show and all."
"Tina?" The maiter d' replied. "Your guest is not a woman."
"Excuse me, sir," Dash was more than a little miffed, "Tina Fey may not be every man's cup of tea, but I will not stand by while you question and insult her femininity!"
"You misunderstand, Doctor," the maitre d' took a step back from the obviously irritated Tomkins, "I was not questioning your date's gender. I was merely informing you that a man had showed up, mentioned your name and stated that he was your guest."
"Curious. Well, let's see what this all means."
Dash followed the maitre d' to his table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. A tall gentleman was sitting at the table where Dash had expected to spend an evening with his date.
"Dash Tompkins," the man rose and extended a hand as Tompkins approached, "I'm sorry but Ms. Fey will be unable to attend this evening."
"And you would be..." Dash took the man's extended hand and shook it as they both took their seats.
"I'm Carlisle Ripley."
"Hello Mr. Ripley," Dash took a sip of his water, "may I ask how you know Ms. Fey."
A laugh. "Heavens, Dr. Tompkins! Public servants like myself don't run in the same circles as celebrities and famous particle physicists!"
"Then what are you doing here, Mr. Ripley?"
"Asking for your help." Ripley replied. "Your country needs you."
Last Week's Episode
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We meet Professor Dash Tompkins, who's some sort of scientist or something, as he's finishing up controversial DHMO research, going through his spam email and preparing for his date with a well known actress and writer.
Will Dash get through all of his email before his big date? Will his lab assistant, Todd Baldwin, engage Dash in more meaningless DHMO banter? Just what kind of scientist is Dash anyway?
The answers to these and many more question await in this week's Serial Monday.
Dash reached for his wallet as the cab pulled up to Rockfish, one of the hottest new restaurants in Manhattan. He pulled out his fare and a sizable tip, handed it to the cabbie with a smile and stepped out of the cab.
He entered Rockfish and walked up to the maitre d'.
"May I help you?" the maitre d' asked.
"Yes, I have a reservation. Tompkins."
"Let me see." The maitre d' looked over his book of reservations. "Ah, here we are. Tompkins. Dr. Dash Tompkins and guest. It seems your guest has already arrived, sir."
"Really?" Dash was truly surprised. "Tina said she would be a few minutes later than me, what with working on her TV show and all."
"Tina?" The maiter d' replied. "Your guest is not a woman."
"Excuse me, sir," Dash was more than a little miffed, "Tina Fey may not be every man's cup of tea, but I will not stand by while you question and insult her femininity!"
"You misunderstand, Doctor," the maitre d' took a step back from the obviously irritated Tomkins, "I was not questioning your date's gender. I was merely informing you that a man had showed up, mentioned your name and stated that he was your guest."
"Curious. Well, let's see what this all means."
Dash followed the maitre d' to his table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. A tall gentleman was sitting at the table where Dash had expected to spend an evening with his date.
"Dash Tompkins," the man rose and extended a hand as Tompkins approached, "I'm sorry but Ms. Fey will be unable to attend this evening."
"And you would be..." Dash took the man's extended hand and shook it as they both took their seats.
"I'm Carlisle Ripley."
"Hello Mr. Ripley," Dash took a sip of his water, "may I ask how you know Ms. Fey."
A laugh. "Heavens, Dr. Tompkins! Public servants like myself don't run in the same circles as celebrities and famous particle physicists!"
"Then what are you doing here, Mr. Ripley?"
"Asking for your help." Ripley replied. "Your country needs you."
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