Laughter is the best medicine

Waiting for 501: A play

Maybe it's just me, but from time to time it sounds a bit more like Where's My Cow?:

Vladimir walks out into the middle of the street and stares intently eastwards.

ESTRAGON: Do you see anything?
VLADIMIR: Yes! I see something!
E: What do you see?
V: I see lights approaching!
E: Is there a faint illuminated sign hovering above them?
V: Yes!
E: Are there three lights across? A great one in the middle, and two lesser ones on either side? The blessed trinity of light that signals our impending salvation?
V: Maybe … no. No. There are only two lights.
E: Only two.
V: It is not the 501. It is a taxi.

Regardless: Heeee.

Although to be fair, barring the day of the fire when everything was screwy, the 501 has not been bad at all lately.