A Park Bench

In a park, the sun is setting. A long speech is heard in the distance, a boring speech, the kind of speech that makes you tired.

A man in the back row is mumbling to himself, “Stinking wife bringing me to this stupid convention, it’s putting me to sleep!” (He yawns.)

A paper airplane is seen whizzing through the air past waving arms and heads. It doesn’t stop until it gets stuck in the back of a man’s puffy hair; the woman behind him carefully plucks the airplane from his hair saying sorry to the man in front of her afterwards. After noticing that the plane has a note inside she opens it up.

It was a note from her husband, it reads: “Can we leave now Sally, this speech is so boring it’s putting me to sleep! Joe.”

Once again the plane is seen flying by but in the opposite direction than before. It flies right past the sleepy mans head and into the little fountain behind him. By the time the man known as Joe picks the paper airplane out of the water it is hard to keep it in one piece because it is so wet.

From what Joe can decipher the note reads, “No Joe, just stay in the back and be quiet while I listen to the lecture and please stop acting like a little kid, you could have hurt somebody!”

Joe mumbles to himself again, “Fine, she wants me to be quit and behave, I’ll just go to sleep for an hour or two while the speech drags on,..and on,...and on…..ZZZZZ.”

A small snore can be heard as we zoom in on the last glimpse of the sun.