The Bouncing Bride - Christoph Endres

Jordana
(Speaking to herself)
If somebody dumped me at the altar there must be something wrong with me. I should get a
job. Be responsible. Be dignified. That's it.
(She tosses away her lollipop)
It'll be good for my self esteem.
She tugs her wedding dress up with determination, goes through the door.
It is a bar on one side, with a fairly rundown cafe filling the other half. A
blonde woman with one breast noticeably larger than the other, is serving
coffee to a couple of drunken cowboys on the cafe side. A handsome man
named Jack Daniels stands behind the bar. Except for a man passed out
on top of the bar at one end, the bar is empty.
She walks over to the bar, putting herself squarely in front of the bartender.
BRIDE WITH NO NAME
I am here about the bartending job.
Jack.
You have any experience?
BRIDE WITH NO NAME
I don't remember.
Jack
What do you mean you don't remember?
BRIDE WITH NO NAME
I mean. I've got amnesia. I can't remember anything.
Jack
Don't sound like much of a resume.
(Self importantly)
I can't let just anybody serve drinks. You gotta know stuff.
BRIDE WITH NO NAME
How hard can it be?
Jack
Sorry. Don't think I can use you.
BRIDE WITH NO NAME