The plan was perfect; it was a simple race against the clock and I was pretty sure I was going to make it. The objective? Ask my girlfriend to prom in a cute and personal way. My plan was to surprise her after school at her place before she arrives. It was a Thursday and I lied about me not being able to come over that day because of family but I was trying to catch her off guard and make her smile. I had almost no afternoon classes that day so I thought the timing would be perfect as I can take the 4 train, go down to Grand Central Station and transfer to the 7 train to Flushing and then to the Q17 bus to Fresh Meadows. My girlfriend gets home at 3:45 and I leave at 1:30 and the traveling time takes about 2 hours including the flowers. After my last class ended, I ran to the Bedford Park Station in 5 minutes and immediately caught the train. 10 minutes ahead of schedule. The 4 train was perfect and the 7 train showed up right away. 15 minutes ahead of schedule. I went to the flower shop to buy my favorite number of favorite flower and her favorite number of her favorite flower. Basically, I bought 7 roses and 9 lilies. The thing is, I did not know how much lilies costed and I don’t remember exactly how much it costed but it hurt my wallet badly. It took a little longer to choose and buy the flowers than I thought. 10 minutes ahead of schedule. And then I just missed the Q17; I was so mad. Luckily it came relatively quickly and I got on with 5 minutes ahead of schedule. However, the bus was packed and I was worried for my flowers because there was a huge amount of them. The seat opened up right in front of me but here comes this disrespectful obese lady who pushes me to get the seat. I was unbelievably mad. She saw I had a lot of luggage and if anything, I would have been nice enough to give the seat to her if she simply asked but no. I simply turned around and moved down the bus a little, I could not stand the look of her face anymore. Then comes the worst part, there was a traffic jam! Oh boy, I waited in that jam for at least 20 minutes. I am now 15 minutes late and that was all the time I could afford because I allowed 15 minutes extra. When I finally got off that awful bus, I called my girlfriend and asked where she was. She said she will be home in 5 minutes. I froze. I thought to myself that this was no time to give up. I quickly hung up and ran as fast as I could trying to keep the flowers from moving around too much. Somehow, I ran there with like 2 minutes left. I got her sister to open the door up and then washed my face of all the sweat and everything. She rang the doorbell and when I opened the door for her she looked so happy and surprised. I didn’t think her smile could get any bigger but it did; when I took out my flowers and asked “Will you go to prom with me?”
Your monologue was pretty good I just found it unnecessary to track how far behind or ahead of schedule you were non-stop it got a little annoying. Other than that I enjoyed listening to your monologue especially the way you presented it because you put so much heart and soul into it.