Voiceover: Has this ever happened to you?
Tina: I’m hungry
John: What did you have for lunch?
Tina: Nothing. I’ve been too busy
John: What have you been doing all morning?
Tina: I was looking at food blogs on WordPress.
John: That’s one way to work up an appetite…without getting out of bed.
Tina is not amused.
Voiceover: How about this?
John: What are you in the mood for, sweetie?
Tina: I don’t know. I’m too hungry to even choose.
John: Let’s see what we can find for ya.
John heads toward the fridge. Tina looks around the room.
Tina: Do you, like, ever clean?
John: What?
Tina: And do you really think that the sofa is really the best spot for your guitar. What if I want to sit down after work?
John: Here, I’ll move it for ya.
John picks guitar off of the sofa and puts it on the coffee table. Heads for the kitchen again.
Tina: Right, like that’s a better place for it. Not on the guitar rack or anything. Typical.
John goes to move it again.
Tina: No, no. Leave it. It’s fine, IT’S FINE! I’m just hungry. I’m just REALLY hungry. I haven’t eaten ALL DAY!!
John: But we went to that breakfast place this morning, remember?
Tina: Oh right. Well, I hardly touched my meal.
Jim: um…you polished off yours and ate all my home fries…
Tina: Well, it doesn’t matter anyway – I’m just starving, ok? I’m starving.
John takes a moment to decide if it is safe to leave it. Risks it. Heads to the kitchen again. Tina glances at her hand.
Tina: How long have we been together?
John (from kitchen): Three beautiful years, honey.
Tina: Hmmm…
Tina holds her left hand up to as if to inspect it. Looks like she is about to lay into him.
Voiceover: This poor fool is about to learn a very valuable lesson. It’s not his fault he’s being to unsympathetic. He just doesn’t know all the facts.
Pause.
John (coming in from the kitchen): Well…
Voiceover: Oh right. It’s not a new affliction. It has simply been miscategorized for years, hiding behind its bigger, badder older sister PMS but it’s time to shed some light on this terrible disease. AJFD: Acute Junk Food Deficiency. Science says that it affects one out of two people (but if both of those people are women it becomes two out of two). Symptoms include: denial about having eaten earlier in the day, mood swings, depression, depression projected on those who love you and care about you most, opening and closing the cupboard doors, opening and closing fridge doors and staring longingly out of the living room window at the corner store.
In severe cases blindness occurs that renders all the ingredients in the fridge that could come together to make a salad completely invisible as they are neither salty enough nor crunchy enough to be considered a viable food option.
Onset of this disease often occurs when the subject glances at wrist watch only to discover that the corner store is closing in one minute and you do not have enough time to lace on your boots and run over. You being the operative word – she’s far too sick to go herself.
Tina (overly chipper): Move over PMS, there’s a new affliction in town and her name is Acute Junk Food Deficiency and she’s pissed. And she doesn’t limit herself to 7 days a month; she can come at you…ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.
Voiceover: Left untreated AJFD manifest itself in many ways. Just watch.
Cuts to woman standing in front of a power point slide crying uncontrollably.
Cuts to a wedding, the bride is ravenously eating her bouquet.
Cuts to a child’s birthday party. Child: But mom I wanted the purple one. The mom punches him in the face.
John: But what can I do? Is there no cure?
“Doctor” comes in and scribbles a note on a piece of paper and hands it to John. John hold is up – it says ‘potato chips’.
Voiceover: Yup. It’s time to take control of AJFD or it will take control of you.
Cuts to scene at a football game. Tina is screaming maniacally at all the players, screaming bloody murder. John is walking down the aisle with some food on a tray. He looks at her, looks at the chips and pockets them.
John: Honey, I brought you a nice salad.
Tina simply growls and goes back to yelling at the football players.
John: I’ll think just save these for later.
John sits down next to Tina.
John: Go Alouettes! Atta boys!
John and Tina grunt in unison.