The Bean Counter
Joe Smith, accountant, has just received a gold watch at his retirement dinner after 41 years with the firm ñ along with a set of golf clubs, which he has no use for, and a Mason jar full of beans, which he accepts in good humor because he has indeed been a ìbean counter.î  He places the jar on the mantelpiece at home as a symbol of his lifeís work.

Joe is exultant at being liberated from a career he has always secretly hated.  Millie,
his wife, sets out to teach her workaholic husband how to ìplayî ñ golf, bridge, whatever ñ in order to save their respective sanities.  He finally succumbs to her pressure.  Within a year he is playing golf and bridge regularly.  Dawn, a beautiful widow, becomes his regular partner in both golf and bridge to the dismay of Millie, not at all what she intended.  When Joe volunteers to help Dawn with her income tax and teach her how to drive a car, the fat is in the fire ñ until Joe backs off, frightened by this predator.  ìOnce a bean counter, always a bean counter,î he grumbles to himself.

Seven years go by.  Joe is called upon to make a speech at the retirement dinner for Bill, an old friend at the firm.  It is filled with advice on ìHow to Retire without Becoming a Pain in the Assî ñ none of which he follows himself.  He is well on his way to becoming an alcoholic idler.  When his younger brother suddenly drops dead, he is still unmoved ñ until he himself has a minor heart attack.  Millie persuades him to join her in a creative writing class for senior citizens.  Grudgingly he admits that he enjoys it, reviving a long dormant desire to be a writer.  Off booze at last, he shows signs of being redeemed.

Time passes. Now an octogenarian, Joe, hard of hearing and short of memory, is once again counting the beans in the Mason jar.  Dawn, now twice more married and widowed ñ and rich ñ drops by.  Obviously she is still out to get him, but he remembers in time that he is still happily married to Millie.

Millie dies.  Jenny, his older sister, always his feisty protector, finds and brings him a long-forgotten, rejected manuscript of a novel he wrote decades before.  She urges him to complete the novel, which he admits is the story of his life, up to a point.  She also tries to persuade him to ask Dawn for the money to get the novel published, even if it is only by a ìvanity press.î  But he canít.  He is haunted by the voice of Millie which, conscience-like, threatens ìnever to talk to him againî if he dares to ask Dawn for the money.

So Joe settles down to writing and revising and re-writing the manuscipt which, he says, he will submit to publisher after publisher until it is accepted or he dies, whichever comes first.  At the final curtain Joe dumps the jar of beans into the fireplace, finally emancipated from the career forced on him by his father, finally the writer he had always wanted to be, finally content in his world of memories,

A Retirement Comedu by Norbert Hruby
About the Author: Norbert Hruby Ph.D.
Aquinas’ second president, Dr. Norbert Hruby, came to the College in 1969 with a Ph.D. in English from Loyola University. He brought with him an extensive background in drama, radio and television and educational leadership at his alma mater, University of Chicago and Mundelein College in Chicago. The Self-Study which he directed resulted in major changes in curriculum, governance, student and faculty rights and responsibilities. His innovations helped to put the College on a sound financial basis and brought to the campus adults in degree-completion programs (Encore and Career Action), non-credit classes for older students (Emeritus College) and a Master of Management program. A major capital campaign resulted in renovation of several campus buildings and erection of the Art and Music
Center. He served the broader community by initiating the Eastown Neighborhood Association and serving as a board member or consultant for numerous educational, religious and cultural organizations at the local, state and national levels. He has been the recipient of honorary doctorates from Hope College, Kendall School of Art and Design and Aquinas. He retired from the presidency in 1986 and continues to pursue his lifelong interest in theatre by writing plays and traveling with his wife, Dolores, a prominent choir-director and composer - when she is available.
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From the Play

ACT I

Scene 1
Late evening

IN DARKNESS:  After the house lights have been dimmed, there is the
sound of a raucous celebration ñ drunken, good-naured laughter, culminating
in a rousing chorus of ìFor Heís A Jolly Good Fellowî (taped).  Fade out.

AT RISE:  Sound of a fumbling attempt to put key in a lock to open the
exterior door.  Laughter.  Another attempt.  Finally the door is opened.
JOE enters, following by MILLIE and BILL.  She turns on the lights.
BILL is carrying a golf bag over his shoulder.  The men, a little unsteady,
collapse into chairs, the golf bag falling on the floor with a crash.  JOE is
holding a Mason jar, filled with dry beans.

MILLIE
You gentlemen could use a little black coffee.
(Exit.)

BILL
Lemme see the watch.

JOE
(Still hugging his jar of beans)
What watch?

BILL
The gold watch the firm gave you for your  ì41 years of dedicated, distinguished service that watch.

JOE
What makes you think it ís gold?

BILL
If the boss says it’s gold, it’s gold.  Lemme see the watch!
(JOE extends his wrist.)
Well, it’s not exactly a Rolex, but it might be gold.  Your wrist hasn’t turned green yet, has it?

JOE
Wait till tomorrow morning.
(Holding up the jar of beans)
Hey, this was the best gift of all this evening!  Your idea?


BILL
Yeah, I suppose it was.  They thought you might get mad, but I know you’re a guy who can still laugh at himself.

JOE
Well, damnit, that is what I am ñ a bean counter!  I admit it.  I proclaim it!

BILL
Accountants are mighty important people in the business world.

JOE
Couldn’t have a bottom line without us!  By God, we invented  the bottom line, didja know that?

BILL
It sure changed the world.

JOE
You got that right!
(Looking down at the golf bag and clubs)
Hey, who thought I wanted golf clubs?  I’ve never played golf in my life.

BILL
Your wife.

JOE
Millie?

BILL
She’s your wife, isn’t she?

JOE
Well, yeah, if you put it that way, she’s my first wife.

MILLIE re-enters bringing coffee, just in time to interrupt Bill’s
laughter.

MILLIE
What’s so funny?

BILL
Nothing.  Can I help with the coffee?

MILLIE
Sure.  Drink it.  I think you both need some.

BILL
Current research has proved that plying drunks with black coffee merely makes them wide-awake drunks ñ did you know that?

MILLIE
I do now.  What were you laughing at?

JOE
Bill thought the idea of me playing golf is pretty funny.

MILLIE
Do you, Bill?

BILL
Yeah.  No.  Gee, I dunno.

MILLIE
Well, I don’t!  I think Joe has got to learn how to play.

JOE
Why golf?

MILLIE
Would you rather play water polo?

JOE
I can’t swim.

MILLIE
So golf is better.  Look, Joe, I married you for better or for worse but not for lunch.

JOE
A regular Erma Bomberg

MILLIE
Bombeck.

JOE
Whatever.