-Monk's coffee shop-

"So how's it going with, uh,.. what's her name? The blonde." Elaine asked.

"It's going alright. Tomorrow's the sixth date. I think I'm about due." Jerry answered.

"Sixth? Dragging your feet a little there, aren't you?" George cut into the conversation.

"Well, I don't know. She's got issues apparently. Of the unresolved variety. Highschool boyfriend,.. hasn't been intimate with anyone since.. you know. All that. But tomorrow is it. If I don't get in by the sixth date, I'm out."

"Of course you're out. You're out right now. You're trying to get in." George said, followed by a snorting chuckle.

"Yes. Thank you. I'm trying to get in. If I'm not in, I'm out!" Jerry raised his hands into the air in mock exasperation.

"Yeah that's great. But what's her name?" Elaine asked again. She was disgruntled that Jerry had ignored the question.

"Her name is Kimberly."

"How'd you meet Kimberly?"

"I was doing a charity show. Some peace conference organization or something. I owed someone a favor."

"Well, I gotta go." George stood up. "I've got an appointment in China Town."

"You're not… the hair thing, again. Are you?" Jerry asked.

"This is different, Jerry! There's no cream. You just go to this clinic, and they say your hair fills out, like magic."

"They? Who's they?" Elaine asked.

"I overheard a phone conversation while I was in the bathroom." George answered her. He left quickly after.

"So how're you and Putty coming along?" Jerry asked Elaine.

"David? Oh we're broken up, right now. But, I think we're getting back together tomorrow."

"Well that's nice. It's good to have a regular ex."

Kramer walks in to the coffee shop as the waitress leaves the ticket for Jerry and Elaine. "Hey, buddy. I got that one. This is on me." He says, picking up the ticket.

"Okay. What brings this on?" Jerry asked.

"Thank you." Elaine said.

"I'm going to be rich here in a couple of days. Yeah, I'm thinking of buying this place, just so you guys can always get free food." "

Okay, thanks for the food, I'm headed back to work." Elaine grabbed her purse and made for the door.

"So what's your master plan, Mr. Moneybags? How are YOU getting rich in a couple of days?" Jerry asked.

"Me and Newman, we're going into business, -"

"That's enough. Here's my part of the bill, and some extra for your lunch." Jerry said. He rose out of the booth and dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table.

"But, Jerry! This can't miss! Me and Newman met this guy at the gym. He's built like Mount Rushmore. He's got so much muscle, it doesn't even look like he has any skin! He's ALL muscle. He says he can help anyone get that muscular. So we're going into business with him. He said he was going to make a whole army of tough dudes."

"Newman was at a gym?"

"Is that what you're focused on? I'm going to be rich, Jerry!"

"Yeah well, I'll see you around, skinless."

-Chinatown-

"I'm here for the hair." George walked into a small shop on a corner in China Town. "I mean, I heard about this place. It's like magic, they said."

"Mr. Constaza? Yes, I have your appointment. Please sign in, and I'll be with you in a bit." The woman tending the front desk turned her attention away from the window.

George tapped on the window. "It's Costanza, actually." He said with a nervous chuckle.

"Sign in." She said. She refused to turn her attention back to him.

George picked up the pen to sign in and saw that the numbered lines on the clipboard were all blank. "Excuse me." tapping on the window again. "Will it be long? I couldn't help but notice there's no one in the waiting room, or signed in before me. I'm sure you could understand I'm kind of anxious to have hair."

"Sign in." She said.

"Signing in. So.. is this a clinic? I mean is he a doctor? What am I in for, here?"

"SHE is on her break." The woman took the clipboard and pulled the shutter down on the front desk window, blocking George's view. After an hour of pacing the waiting room, the front window finally opened again. "Mr. Constaza? I'll see you now."

"Costanza, actually. Wait. YOU'LL see me now? YOU!? You had me waiting out here for an hour? What happened to my appointment? An appointment is a designated meeting time!"

"Yes. We met, when you signed in. Now come on through that door and we'll see what we can do about that bald spot."

George walked through the door, and found himself in the same room as the woman that was at the front desk. Credits were rolling on a television, and there was a half eaten bag of microwave popcorn on the desk next to her. "You had me waiting out there for an hour while you watched tv and made popcorn?"

"I was on my break." The woman seemed to be losing her patience with him. "Do you want hair or not?"

"Yes! Of course I want hair. But you know what I want more than that? I want to be treated like a HUMAN BEING! We're living in a society here. If you were going to take your break, that's fine, but you could have scheduled my appointment after your soap opera."

"What am I? An idiot? I'm not going to make my appointment after my show, when I don't know if you'll run late or show up at all. I'm not going to spend my time waiting around. I'm an empress!"

"Oh you're an EMPRESS? That's fantastic for you. So where's your staff, empress? What exactly are you an empress of? Empress of making people wait around?"

The woman stood, finally, from her chair and went to a door that George assumed was a closet. She opened it and pulled out a long staff with a crescent moon shape at the top. "This is my staff, and I'm an Empress of Evil. You want hair little man? I'll give you hair." The woman raised her staff and said some words that George didn't understand, before the staff fired a beam of light at his head.

-Next day. Elaine's office.-

"Elaine, we're having troubles down in the mail room. I understand that you made some changes down there when I was gone. Now it seems that everything is falling apart." Mr. Peterman said.

"You ready to go, babe?" Putty asked. He appeared at the door suddenly.

"I'm in a meeting, besides you're early. I said 5 o'clock. It's 4:40. Go wait in the hall."

"Yeah, okay. Here, I found a bunch of inter-office memos on the floor. Got them all where they needed to be except this one. It's for you." Putty handed Elaine the envelope and made his way back out into the hall.

"Astounding! What's that man's name?"

"What, him? That's Putty."

"Putty, eh? He's punctual and knows how to follow through. That's exactly what we need in the mail room."

"Yeah well, good luck. He's a car salesman, I don't think he wants to work in your mail room."

"Well, there must be more like him out there, Elaine. Put an ad in the paper. We're hiring Putties!" Mr. Peterman walked out of the room.

-fancy restaurant-

"So you went to the Pan Global games as a gymnast out of Highschool? Then you joined the World Peace Summit? I thought you were a volunteer. Maybe even doing a bit of community service." Jerry asked. He and Kimberly were at a restaurant enjoying their dinner.

Kimberly giggled at Jerry's suggestion of community service. "I gave up a lot. Sometimes I wonder if it was worth it." she said.

"Well, I can't say enough about how much I love a good gymnast. And joining the Peace Summit, well it's peace. It's gotta be worth it. And even if it wasn't worth it, what's past is past. You left it behind, forget about it. Let's live in the present. The here, and now, and maybe a little bit later tonight." Jerry raised his wine glass in a toast.

"Okay. Yeah. To the here and now." Kimberly raised her glass also. After dinner Jerry and Kimberly ran into Elaine and Putty walking into the restaurant.

"Ohhhh Hiiii" Elaine said, dragging Putty towards Kimberly and Jerry.

"How ya doing?" Jerry asked. Kimberly walked next to him, but seemed to be distracted.

"Kimberly this is Elaine and her.." Jerry began introductions.

"Boyfriend." Elain said.

"Elaine and her brand new boyfriend Putty."

"What?" Kimberly turned around quickly to face Elaine and Putty. She had brought her hands up level with her chest, and her fists were clenched tightly.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry. I'm Kimberly." She relaxed her hands and offered one to Elaine.

"Okay. Well we'll see you later. We're headed out now." Jerry waved at Elaine and Putty and pulled Kimberly along by her hand. Once out on the street they began walking. "So, back to my place, right?"

"I'm sorry, Jerry. I just had a lot of old memories resurface. I think I'm just going to go home." "But this was our sixth date! Six! That's unheard of in this day and age." "I know, Jerry. I was looking forward to it too. Look I'm sorry about tonight, but I'll make it up to you, I promise. Seven is going to be a VERY lucky number for you. I'll call you tomorrow." Kimberly kissed his ear, and walked on without him.