Setting:
A cozy kitchen in a suburban home in Portland, Oregon. Leftovers from a Thanksgiving dinner are on the counter. Maya holds up a turkey wishbone, eyes gleaming.
MAYA:
(grinning) Alright, Jordan! Time for the wishbone! You ready?
JORDAN:
(sips tea, raises an eyebrow) I don’t know, Maya. I feel like pulling on a dry chicken bone isn’t the most scientific way to get what I want in life.
MAYA:
(waves the wishbone) That’s exactly why you need this more than I do! The wishbone has power. You make a wish, we pull—and if you get the bigger piece, the universe says, “Wish granted!”
JORDAN:
(laughs) The universe talks in turkey bones now?
MAYA:
Not just turkey. Any fowl will do. My grandma used to say she met Grandpa right after winning a wishbone pull. Coincidence? I think not.
JORDAN:
Your grandma also said onions cure colds and not to put your purse on the floor because it’ll “make your money run away.”
MAYA:
And I still haven’t lost my wallet, have I?
JORDAN:
Touché. But correlation doesn’t mean causation. You’re remembering the one time the wishbone “worked,” not the fifty times it didn’t.
MAYA:
Hey, I won last year, and I got promoted three months later. Just sayin’.
JORDAN:
And I lost, yet somehow still managed to publish two papers and survive a Zoom-filled semester. Where’s my turkey magic?
MAYA:
Maybe the wish granted was “surviving Zoom.” That’s huge.
JORDAN:
I think that was caffeine and despair, not supernatural poultry. Look, I get that it’s a fun tradition, but it doesn’t actually change outcomes. It’s just probability wrapped in poultry cartilage.
MAYA:
You say “cartilage” like that makes it less magical.
JORDAN:
Because it does. It’s literally dried connective tissue. There’s no mystical energy transfer when it snaps.
MAYA:
But believing makes it special. It gives me hope. It’s like… a physical version of optimism.
JORDAN:
Okay, that’s fair. Belief can be powerful psychologically. Like a placebo. If pulling a wishbone makes you feel lucky, go for it. Just don’t think the universe is calculating your fate based on bone geometry.
MAYA:
Fine, Professor Logic. But let’s say hypothetically I pull the big piece and meet Chris Evans next week. Then what?
JORDAN:
Then I’ll publicly apologize and start a GoFundMe for my own turkey farm. Deal?
MAYA:
Deal! Now come on. Let’s make a wish. But no wishing for “scientific enlightenment.” That’s cheating.
JORDAN:
Fine. I’ll wish for… okay, I’ve got it. Let’s do this.
*(They each grab a side of the wishbone and pull—snap—Maya holds the bigger piece triumphantly.)
MAYA:
YES! The universe speaks again!
JORDAN:
Well, guess I’ll brace for Chris Evans at the door.
MAYA:
You better. And while you’re at it, keep some dried wishbones handy. You might just convert.
JORDAN:
If he actually shows up, I’ll build a shrine to poultry bones and eat my words. Literally.
[End Scene]
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