What do you get when you put a microphone in front of two Original Soupman Soup Club Members and best-friend-bloggers, Natalie and Dylan? 

A declaration of their passion for the Original Soupman’s Soups? 

A recipe for a warm, happy belly hugging your heart? 

Or something else… 

Int. Natalie’s Apartment – Evening 

DYLAN: We had a slight technical error.

NATALIE: We couldn’t record this yesterday.

DYLAN: My bad.

NATALIE: It’s not your fault… Okay. Maybe a little your fault.

DYLAN: I had jury duty.  But they didn’t pull me into their evil game of personality roulette.

NATALIE: They ain’t never gonna keep you down.

DYLAN: You know it.

NATALIE: Tell everyone what happened.

DYLAN: Ugh. Fine. I received a letter a few weeks ago. Mail is fun. At least it should be. Magazines, Amazon orders… Or, best of all: Soup!

NATALIE: Bills, unwanted advertising, tax information.

DYLAN: It’s not always fun. What is that old saying? Life is just a bowl of cherries.

NATALIE: But sometimes, it’s just the pits?

DYLAN: Exactly. This was a pit day. NOTICE You need to show up at this time, in this place, to see if we love/hate you enough for jury duty.

NATALIE: They make you feel so special.

DYLAN: If they let me off the hook, then I’m totally okay with not being “special.” And yes, I know it’s an honor and my civic duty and all that… But come on.

NATALIE: So, what happened?

DYLAN: I went downtown to where the courthouse, I thought, was.

NATALIE: They moved the courthouse?

DYLAN: Nope. Courthouse is still there. But if you read the address on the letter they send you, that’s specifically where you’re supposed to go.

NATALIE: Different courthouse?

DYLAN: Different address. Different courthouse.


DYLAN: The fun continues. I drove twenty minutes to get downtown. I drove back toward my house twenty-five minutes to where I was supposed to be in the first place. I search and search and search through this massive state-of-the-art building after being politely fondled by the officer upfront at the x-ray machine and metal detector.

NATALIE: Politely fondled.

DYLAN: Anyway… I can’t find where I’m supposed to be. I assume this labyrinth was built so that anyone there for unpaid parking tickets would give up and just send in the money. I’m about ready to call it quits myself when the ONE person I find working there points to the room where I was supposed to be half an hour earlier.

NATALIE: And then…?

DYLAN: There was a piece of paper Scotch-taped to the door. Jury duty was cancelled. Judge had a family emergency and they couldn’t find a replacement for him. I didn’t even need to be there in the first place.

NATALIE: That’s terrible.

DYLAN: An adventure it was not.  There was a park across the street. I sat right next to the water and gulped down my Thermos of soup. Went home and watched TV.

NATALIE: Wait… I thought you had jury duty and couldn’t come over?

DYLAN: I was tired from my trek and just wanted to rest. Plus, I had yet to binge Stranger Things season 2. Win-win in my book.

NATALIE: There are days when I question our friendship.

DYLAN: You’d be wrong not to.

NATALIE:  OH! I almost forgot. I received an email today from our wonderful new friends at The Original Soupman Soup company. March 13th! They said that on the 13th it’s BOGO 50% off on the second container of Chicken Noodle Soup for…

DYLAN: Chicken Noodle Soup Day?

NATALIE: You got it.

DYLAN: Way to plug in that product placement.

NATALIE: Why not? We love soup. We love them. Plus, we have so many fun things coming up, thanks to them… But, until next time. I’m Natalie. 

DYLAN: And I am Dylan. #makeamemorywitheverybowl! 

NATALIE: That’s my line!

DYLAN: Maybe next time.





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