"Hey Didi." Estragon called out from the couch.
"What is it, Gogo?" Vladimir replied, sitting on the very same couch.
"Do we have any carrots?"
"I think so. Why?"
"Because I feel like eating a carrot, but I don't know if we have any in the fridge."
"Well then why don't you get up and check?"
"I hadn't thought of that!" Estragon stood up and walked to the kitchen. A short time later, he came back out, a crestfallen look upon his face. "We don't have any carrots."
"Are you positive? I was sure that we had some in there."
"I checked, but there wasn't anything but a few turnips."
"Well, I guess we'll have to go food shopping. And while we're at it, we might as well stop by the hardware store and pick up some carrots."
"You're right, but there's just one problem."
"Ah, of course! Godot! If we don't hurry he'll come by while we're out shopping. And then all of our waiting would have been in vain."
"Exactly. So let's go, but we must make sure to hurry."
So Estragon and Vladimir did their best to hurry. Vladimir grabbed both of their coats, so that they wouldn't make as many trips. Inspired by his example, Estragon attempted to wear both of their pairs of boots, though he had slightly less success in this endeavor. They left the apartment they shared, and raced down the stairs to Vladimir's car. They both hopped in and buckled their seatbelts (safety first!) and Vladimir sped off to the hardware store.
"Okay, Didi. We have to hurry, so let's split up and find those carrots. I'll take right, you take left." Vladimir agreed, and the two ran off in their respective directions.
A few minutes later, both of them arrived back where they had split up.
"Did you have any luck finding the carrots?" Estragon asked.
"Did I? I came back to ask you if you had found them yet!" Vladimir replied.
"Where can they be then? If they're not in this half, and not in that half-" Estragon was interrupted by a store employee. His nametag read Pozzo, and he promptly introduced himself as such.
"I couldn't help but overhear that you were having problems finding something." Pozzo said.
"That's right." said Vladimir. "Could you help us find the carrots?"
"I'm sorry sir," Pozzo replied, "but we're all sold out of carrots at the moment. We won't have a new shipment in until next week."
"Well in that case" Estragon declared. "There's no reason for us to be here!" The two roommates said goodbye to Pozzo, left the store, and got back in Vladimir's car. Vladimir drove them back to their apartment building, where they climbed the stairs at a much slower, much more forlorn pace than when they had left. When they arrived, there was a small note taped to their door.
"Dear Estragon and Vladimir," the note began. "I'd thought that we were going to have board game night tonight, but neither of you were home, so I guess not. I just wanted to let you guys know that I was here." At the bottom of the paper, it was signed Godot.
"Argh!" Vladimir cried out in frustration. "We've been waiting for this for so long! I hope you're happy about what your insatiable carrot-lust has brought down upon our heads." He remarked to Gogo.
"Hey, I'm just as mad about it as you are." He replied. "By the way, you want a carrot while I go to the fridge?"
"Sure, whatever." Vladimir sat on the couch to stew in his anger. When all of a sudden, a great noise came from the kitchen. He jumped up. "Gogo! Are you okay?" He shouted. Receiving no answer, he raced into the kitchen to find knee deep in a pile of carrots.
"What happened here?" Vladimir exclaimed.
"Relax, dude." Estragon replied. "I just opened the refrigerator. No need to get worried."
FIN
