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I am in Von's the other day. Me and a black lady, age 50 (or so). She asks, out of the blue, what I do for a living. My standard answers are all lies. Today I decide to see what happens if I tell the truth.
Me: I make movies.
Lady: What, are you a grip or something?
Me: Or something.
Lady: Can you tell me what movie? (She names a film currently in production...big budget Tom-Cruise type of movie)
Me: I can't tell. No.
Lady: A secret! PLEASE TELL! (smiles)
Me: (Whispering in her ear) - I make dirty movies.
Slience. She smiles.
Lady: Are you in them?
Me: Sometimes.
Silence. She smiles.
Lady: Oh wow! That's great!
This is when I make my way to check out stand.
5 minutes later Lady flags me down in the parking lot to say goodbye and have a nice day.
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