LET THEM EAT BIG MACS — WHY TRUMP GETS AMERICA:
INT – APARTMENT – AFTERNOON
JESSICA (Harvard ’09, JP Morgan ’10 to ’12, Obama White House Staffer ’13 to ’16) is returning to her Georgetown apartment after her morning Tibetan throat singing class. There is a yoga mat under her arm. She shares the apartment, and a lovingly open relationship with ZAK (Columbia ’10, Senior Green Urban Planning Correspondent at Vox.com, Fellow of the Aspen Institute for Ideas ’14 to ’17), who is blogging at their Hygge-influenced open-plan kitchen. JESSICA looks visibly disturbed.
ZAK
Honey, what is it, is everything OK?
JESSICA
It’s… It’s…
ZAK
Don’t worry about the Whole Foods delivery. It came just after you left. The chia seeds, flax seeds, pea protein, dried goji berries, resistant potato starch, turmeric powder, and collagen hydrolysate were all in there. They even remembered the coconut oil this time!
JESSICA
No it’s not that.
ZAK
What is it?
JESSICA
It’s Trump… Did you see what he did this time?
ZAK
The Big Macs?
JESSICA begins to ‘literally shake’. Her yoga mat falls to the floor and unfurls.
JESSICA
Not just the Big Macs… He put packets of Hot Mustard sauce in the Eleanor Roosevelt silver servewear… Zak, I – I don’t think…
ZAK pushes back on his chair and slowly runs both hands through his hair. He gets up and hugs JESSICA.
ZAK
It’s going to be fine baby. Just remember your breathing exercises, OK? Alternate nostril breathing, just like you were doing this morning, OK?
JESSICA begins to weep.
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