At The Gates

by Avery Edison

We are in Limbo. St. Peter is wearing a white robe and standing behind a podium. On a row of chairs sits Ruth, who is impatiently tapping her foot.

Ruth

Okay, uh… Are you bigger than a breadbox?

St. Peter

Yes. And no.

Ruth

The whole point of “twenty questions” is to eliminate possibilities. I can’t do that if you’re both.

St. Peter

Maybe I’m a being with no traditional spatial concerns.

Ruth

…Are you God? …Again?

St. Peter

Yes! Well done! My turn.

Ruth

This is crap. You keep picking “God”.

St. Peter

If I pick anything else it’s an affront to the Lord.

Ruth

How much longer do I have to play this stupid game with you?

St. Peter gestures to a large, dusty book that is sitting on his podium.

St. Peter

No listing for “Ruth White” in the big book, okay? You’re not good enough for heaven, not bad enough for hell. Gotta stick around ‘til you move that dial.

Ruth

I’m meant to become a better person while I’m sat in an empty waiting room? The best I can do is play fashion police and tell you that your dress looks stupid.

St. Peter

It’s a robe. It’s my uniform. I didn’t choose it. Heck, I don’t even get to decide when I go to the bathroom.

Ruth

That’s a joke, right?

St. Peter

I wish. I’ve been waiting to pee for nearly 2,000 years. Luckily I have the patience of a saint.

Ruth is silent.

St. Peter

See, that was a joke. Because I actually am a saint.

Ruth

I didn’t really pay attention in Sunday school.

St. Peter

And yet you complain about being made to wait before you get into heaven…

Ruth

Why do you need someone to give you the okay just to urinate?

St. Peter

I can’t just walk away and leave the gates unattended. My job is to guard the entrance of heaven, no matter what.

Ruth

Well, how about a little quid-pro-quo?

St. Peter

That doesn’t sound like a very saintly thing for me to engage in.

Ruth

I’m just suggesting that I man your lectern-

St. Peter

It’s a podium.

Ruth

-I man your podium, keep an eye on everything happening over here, and you can go relieve your angelic self.

St. Peter

I said I’m a saint, not an angel. Did you go to Sunday school at all?

Ruth

Anyway, I’ll mind the gates, and you can empty your bladder, and then when you get back you can let me into heaven a little early. A bargain, eh?

St. Peter

I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I’ve been given a calling. That’s not something you can just abandon.

Ruth

Okay, okay. Sure. I understand. I’ll just wait here, then. Wait here until I learn my lesson.

St. Peter nods.

Ruth

Say, I’m thirsty right about now. Are you thirsty?

St. Peter

No.

Ruth

Yep. Real thirsty. Could go for a nice tall glass of ice-cold lemonade, yessir.

St. Peter

Well, we don’t have any of that. Sorry.

Ruth

It’s the little things I’m going to miss: a refreshing drink, a hot shower after a long day, the smell of grass after a heavy, heavy rainfall.

St. Peter

Ah, yes. I see what you’re doing. It’s not going to work, okay?

Ruth

I remember taking vacations to the beach, and spending hours in the ocean, just paddling around, the waves lapping around me.

St. Peter

This isn’t mature.

Ruth

Did you ever see that Spike Lee movie, with the fire hydrant spraying everywhere?

St. Peter

Now you’re clearly reaching.

Ruth

I guess my biggest regret is that I never got to visit the Niagara Falls. All that rushing water, thousands of gallons every second, just cascading down-

St. Peter

Fine, fine! I give up! But this isn’t you winning, alright? I can’t listen to you prattle on any longer.

Ruth gets up and moves over to the podium.

Ruth

You’re gonna go to the bathroom? And then you’ll let me into heaven?

St. Peter

Whatever. If it gets you to shut up, sure.

Ruth

Awesome! Okay, what do I have to do while you’re gone?

St. Peter

For God’s sake, don’t “do” anything. Just… if anybody comes in, tell them that I’ll be right back.

Ruth

Sure thing. You go drain the snake.

St. Peter

We try not to mention snakes up here.

Ruth

Sunday school?

St. Peter shakes his head and mutters as he walks off stage left.

Ruth

Yelling to St. Peter.

Hey, seeing as you’re wearing that dress, you’re probably gonna want to pee sittin’ down.

st. peter

From offstage.

IT’S A ROBE.

ruth

To herself.

I know a dress when I see one.

Ruth leafs through the book on the podium. JOSHUA wanders in from bottom right stage.

Joshua

Um, excuse me?

ruth

Oh, hi! What’s up? I mean, uh, hello… my child.

Joshua

Hi. This is awkward. I’m kind of confused as to how I got here.

ruth

Listen, I’m just filling in for someone else right now, but… I’m sorry. You died.

joshua

I died!?

ruth

I know, right? It totally freaked me out, too.

joshua

Well what do I… What do I do now?

ruth

Again, I’m really just a substitute. If you’ll wait a few minutes…

joshua

Wait a few-? I just freaking died and you’re telling me to stand around like it’s no big deal?

ruth

Hey, buddy, I-! Wait. You’re right. I know what’s it like in your shoes. Lemme help you out. What’s your name?

Joshua

It’s Josh. Joshua McDonald.

ruth

Okay, one second…

Ruth looks through the book, runs her finger down the page until she finds the name.

ruth

Congratulations, you’re actually in the book. “Joshua MacDonald.” Looks like you’re, uh… Oh.

Yelling, to St. Peter.

Hey, Pete! What do you do when you have to tell someone they’re going to hell?

joshua

What!?

st. Peter

From offstage.

What? Uh, I usually don’t. I just tell them to take the exit on the right. They find out when they get there.

ruth

To St. Peter.

No reason!

To Joshua.

Okay, so it looks like you’re just gonna have to-

joshua

Are you kidding me!? I heard every word of what you said! There’s no way I’m going to hell.

Ruth

Look, dude, I feel you. But you probably did something terrible, and now it’s just… time to pay the price.

joshua

But I… I went to church, I paid my tithe… This doesn’t make any sense!

ruth

Josh. Buddy. Don’t make me bust out my angel powers on you.

Joshua

Resigned.

I… Okay. You’re right. I probably deserve this. I’m… I’m sorry I yelled at you.

ruth

Uninterested.

Uh-huh. Off you go.

Joshua exits via upper stage right.

joshua

Oh, this isn’t so bad at all- OH, OH MY GOD! ARGHHH!

ruth

“Angel powers”. Idiot.

St. Peter returns.

st. peter

That took a lot longer than I thought it would. What were you asking me about hell for, anyway?

ruth

I think you’re gonna be really proud of me, Pete. I totally helped usher a soul into the afterlife.

st. peter

WHAT!?! I told you not to do anything.

ruth

I tried that - so boring. Besides, I did everything perfect. Took the guy’s name, looked it up in the book, boom: Joshua MacDonald - Hell.

st. peter

Did you check the spelling on “MacDonald”?

ruth

…What’s that, Pete?

st. peter

There are two ways to spell the guy’s last name.

ruth

Well, you know how intense this job can get, not thinking clearly…

st. peter

You sent a guy to hell and didn’t even double-check?

ruth

So… are we gonna send me up to heaven now? Quid-pro-

St. Peter glares at her.

ruth

…quo?

st. peter

You realize I have to fix this now, right?

Yelling to stage right.

Lucifer! LUCIFER!

Ruth

Kind of a big day, huh?

St. Peter

Shut up.

LUCIFER enters from stage right. He is wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

ruth

No robe for him?

st. peter

Yeah. The devil kind of likes to play by his own rules.

lucifer

Hey, Petey, what’s up?

St. Peter shudders.

st. peter

Lucifer. We need you to return a mis-delivered soul.

lucifer

Oh, you mean my man Josh? But he’s having a whale of a time!

Josh wails.

Lucifer

It’s not like you to send a soul to the wrong place. Heck, I don’t think you’ve made a single mistake in…

st. peter

2,000 years.

lucifer

Now, why would you go and mess up that perfect score?

st. peter

Mumbling.

I had to pee.

lucifer

…Of course. Well, I don’t know if you’re familiar with my whole operation, Petey, but it’s sort of a “get as many souls as I can” type of thing-

ruth

Uh, hi, yeah, Mr. Lucifer, or whatever. This whole mix-up is actually my fault. So if you could let Josh go I’d be really gratefu-

st. peter

Ruth, let me handle… Wait. Hey, Lucifer? How about a trade? Give me Josh back and you can have Ruth here.

ruth

Excuse me? There is no way that is happening. How about you head on down to hell, Pete?

Lucifer

HEY. Both of you. Maybe keep you noses out of my business? I decide who I let into the underworld, thank you very much.

st. peter

Look, I know you’ve got this war with God going on-

ruth

Really? A war?

st. peter

Ruth, please, shut up. And crack a book once in a while.

lucifer

I’d call it more of a contest, but whatever.

st. peter

Most souls wins, right? Well, do you really want to be counting up your spoils on Judgement Day and have to stop and argue over how you got this particular soul?

lucifer

Ugh! Fine. You can have the idiot back. He cries like a girl, anyway. But you-

Lucifer points at St. Peter.

lucifer

Make sure Ruthie here doesn’t have a hand in any more of your work. Get a bedpan. And you-

Lucifer points at Ruth.

lucifer

Stay the hell out of hell.

Lucifer walks off stage upper right. St. Peter glares at Ruth as Joshua shuffles back onstage.

St. Peter

Josh, I assume? Come this way, it’s all alright now.

Joshua freaks out when he sees Ruth.

Joshua

No! No! Devil-woman! Devil-woman hurt me!

St. Peter

Here, go through this door. I promise, you’ll be fine.

Terrified, Joshua walks off stage upper left.

Joshua

From offstage.

Oh, it’s beautiful! Thank you! Thank you!

Ruth

Any way I can follow Josh up there?

st. peter

Let’s just check the book again, shall we? I bet you’re toooootally heaven-bound now(!)

Ruth

Alright, you don’t have to be sarcastic about it…

st. peter

Wait. Oh no.

ruth

What?

st. peter

Can I, uh, can I just check on the spelling of your last name?

ruth

Are you kidding?

st. peter

Okay, I got a Ruth Wight here, W-H-Y-T-E, but you’re “White” like the colour, right?

Ruth

No. Not at all.

St. Peter

Oh. Well, uh, no harm done, right?

ruth

So I was meant to go to heaven this whole time?

st. peter

Yeah… “Whoops”, huh?

ruth

Okay, well, it’s been nice knowin’ ya, Pete, but I’m gonna head off.

St. Peter

No, no, that Josh guy could see you and go into a fit, and then people start asking questions…

ruth

Well, then what am I gonna do?

St. Peter

I’m, uh… I’m bigger than a breadbox.

Ruth sits back down.

ruth

…Let me guess - also smaller than a breadbox?

St. Peter

Bingo!

The End