DFD Diaries-The Town Meeting Part III (Luke & LorelaI)
Taylor tapped on his microphone.
"Hello? Hello? Mr Danes? This is not the chit chat tea party club! Important business is being conducted here!"
Not receiving a response, Taylor scowled.
"Luckily, I have a secret weapon at my disposal. Got this baby at a police auction for a song," he said proudly to his council seated on the stage, pulling out a megaphone. As he flipped it on, the feedback loop screeched and threw him off his feet.
"I can't believe this is where I live. These are real people," Lorelai said, dumbfounded. They watched Taylor as he fumbled with his new toy.
"That feeling never goes away. It's like living in a cartoon."
“I’m waiting for him to slip on a banana peel.”
“Already happened. 1982. Then again in 85."
“I notice nobody’s laughing.”
“That’s how you separate the seasoned veterans from the looky-loos.”
"The seasoned veterans of town meetings.”
"It's almost a career for some of these people."
After Taylor finally clambered to his feet, the megaphone slipped, falling to the stage with a clatter, dislodging the batteries into the audience.
"Oh for pete's sake. If anyone finds the wayward batteries, I believe they were a double A, please alert myself or the council."
Luke and Lorelai exchanged glances.
"If my kid was awake right now, she'd find this hilarious."
"So would mine."
"If one of her first memories was a Stars Hollow town meeting, I'd feel like a failure of a parent."
"It builds character. How the hell are you so perky anyway? With a little kid? At this time of night? It's gotta be all that caffeine you're chugging. Or cocaine? It's gotta be cocaine."
"Why, do you want to score some? I know a guy."
"Uhh."
"Kidding."
With the batteries still on the loose, Taylor had all but given up and resumed the meeting, sans megaphone.
"Where'd you get this coffee anyway?", Luke asked. Lorelai raised an eyebrow.
"You sure you don't need that coke to wake you up?"
Luke stared at her blankly. She tapped his cup and held it up to his face.
"Dunkin' Donuts? Lady, you went to Dunkin' Donuts? Another sacred Taylor Doose commandment broken. You patronized a chain restaurant. In another town."
"Nowhere to get coffee here that doesn't taste like the bottom of a shoe. It's probably something in the water here."
"I don't advise you drink it."
"I've heard. Anyway, I'll let you in on a little secret. I smuggled in a camera. I was hoping to capture a photo I could submit to that "Wild and Wacky Connecticut" newspaper column. Think they pay out $25 for the winning submission. Harvard, here she comes!"
"Huh, what paper? I think I'm gonna go to sleep. Nice meeting you."
"Night night, grumpy stranger."
Lorelai pulled a Polaroid camera from her bag. Taylor huffed and returned to the microphone.
"Excuse me young lady, where do you think you are? Do you think this is the JC Penney Portrait Studio?"
"Is that where you got that sweater, Doose?"
"I suppose that was some kind of dig at my clothing? 'll have you know that this sweater has been in the family for four generations."
"It didn't come over on the Mayflower?" she shouted back.
"Oh, and now you're calling me old. Young lady, you are banned from all town meetings going forward... For 6 months."
"Thank you Taylor! Appreciate it! Come on kid. Lets get out of here. We'll have to take a different route home to throw him off our trail."
Lorelai hastily grabbed her things and jetted off with Rory. In her haste, she dropped the Polaroid picture she had taken on the ground.
Luke woke up a short time later after feeling a sharp object poking him in the arm.
"Owww. What the? Taylor, what are you doing?"
He looked up to see Taylor poking him with a stick.
"You made me drop my megaphone, so I had to go with plan C."
"Here's what I think of your Plan C, Taylor." He snatched the twig out of Taylor's hands and broke it in half.
"Good night Taylor. Wake up Jess. We need to go home." As Jess stirred awake, Luke noticed a Polaroid picture on the ground.
"Huh. Guess I'll just take it and wait for it to develop."
