(Lights up. A busy Philadelphia sidewalk. Dozens of people enter and exit, going about their daily routine. Butchers, bakers, slaves, priests, children, dogs, everyone - all preoccupied with their tasks at hand. None of them notice BETSY.)
BETSY: Like my haircut? I thought I'd try something new for the big day. Do you think it's too Old School? Is it too poofy?
(Silence.)
BETSY: Sir, you dropped your - Miss, your chicken! - Hey, watch where you're stepping!
(Silence.)
BETSY: Worst birthday ever.
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