Rube

“Next.”

“Hello. I am Abulkhair Ospan, Sir.”

“Stand in the spotlight, Abulkhair, and read the lines please.”

“Ahem. When I get out of the tube, I am going to the pube and then to the clube.”

“What sort of accent is that?”

“I am Kazakh, Sir.”

“Well, this is not Kazakhstan. Please pronounce the words as if you were born in Peoria.”

“How would they sound please, Sir?”

“When I get out of the tub, I am going to the pub and then to the club. Ok, try the Shakespeare.”

“To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there’s the rube, For in that sleep of death…”

“Stop. Sorry, you aren’t right for the part.”

“Please, have you something else for me, Sir?”

“We’re doing a play about the circus. There is a small part we haven’t filled yet. A fight breaks out and you rush in and shout the old carney phrase Hey, Rube! Can you do that?”

“Oh yes, Sir. Here it is… Hey, Rub!”

 

For the Daily Prompt.

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