Lucky You — An Update

My opinions of movies are never biased whether I’m in them or not. I go into watching everything I’m in hoping it’ll be good, but letting it be whatever it’s gonna be. So I didn’t expect Lucky You to be so damn good. I mean, really, really good. And I’m not even a poker fan. I really enjoyed the writing and the way the story was put together and the authenticity of all the professional poker players.

Somehow, even though all the actors were using their poker faces most of the time, I was still kept interested one way or another. Great movie. A surprise treat for me, even.

But the real reason I’m making this post is because I nabbed a couple of screen captures and wanted to do a little update. I didn’t think I’d be in the movie at all, but I managed to get a few frames…

I walked in with a group of people and we were seated off to the side.

Kinda neat to be seen over Drew Barrymore’s shoulder. She’s pretty cool. I overheard her chatting with a security guard earlier in the day.

I figured the whole scene would look more like this last one and you’d just have to take my word for it that I was there.

Great movie. Rent it, buy it, see it.

How I Became an Extra

I’m going to go all the way back to the beginning on this one. I’ll try to be as brief as I can, but the path was a fun one and I hope to impart some of that mirth while relating this story.

In college, I discovered the theatre…as a technician, not an actress. After sampling carpentry, sound, and props, I settled in on lighting. My first gig as a Lighting Designer was also my first gig as Master Electrician and Light Board Operator. My boss had faith in me and coached me along and I must say that that ballet turned out great.

At that point, I’d become the ultimate lighting tech. I’d work on any show…sometimes for free, because I didn’t have to worry about rent. I still lived with mom and dad. But my love for the theatre was what brought me to the Los Angeles area because there just wasn’t a whole lot of opportunity where I came from.

So, in college, I continued my lighting career, landing a job at a manufacturer of lighting filters. This was my first real job and it also gave me my first exposure to the world of TV and film. It was my job to find out who was filming what and go there to talk to the crew. It was sort of a sales job without the hard sell. And I got to hang around on set, watching and learning. It was great.

When that job’s description changed, I switched gears and went to work at a small studio as their Lighting Equipment Repair Technician. I loved it. But then September 11 killed the economy and I ended up out of a job.

A bit angered at the entertainment industry, I left to work for a company that manufactured racing engine parts. But I always felt that I was in the wrong place.

My husband needed a hand at his agency, so I went to work for him. Well, sort of. He’d started a subsidiary company and that was the desk I occupied as the office anchor. It was great because by this time, Jen and I were working like crazy on Lover’s Talisman. I wrote quite a few scenes while I was ‘at work’…because there wasn’t any other ‘work’ to be done.

Eventually, I blew the whistle on that, wanting to get back into the entertainment industry somehow, too. But I had zero contacts by this point. All the guys I used to know either had different phone numbers, moved out of state or switched professions themselves. And it’s nearly impossible to get in unless you know someone. So what was left? Background Acting, of course.

All one has to do is sign up…So I did. The pay sucks big time, but non-union, there’s lots of work to be had…especially if you’ve got a huge wardrobe like I do. I’m a thrift store queen and can costume up in clothes from the 1960’s through right now. From homeless to ultra-rich. I’m not a fashion fiend…Jen can vouch for that! I just like clothes.

So, I started going out on shoots and discovered that there’s plenty of down time. In other words, I could still keep up with Jen on our writing. And on a day-to-day basis, I met all sorts of interesting people and got all sorts of story and character ideas. Each day’s work was more like an adventure than anything. For me, it was the perfect job.

I got started at the end of January 2003 and worked like crazy until we started heavy editing on Lover’s Talisman in July. Then, Jen and I were really hittin’ the writing and I couldn’t go out on as many gigs. That obviously gave me more time on my hands in between working on Magic In The Works.

My goal by this point was to get into SAG [Screen Actors Guild] because the pay was better and I could work less in order to write more. Well, luck was in my favor because I have three pre-1975 cars and Starsky & Hutch was in desperate need of one of them. So much so, they were willing to give me SAG vouchers to work on the movie. I jumped for joy when I got that phone call!!! I’d worked on it a couple days in April, but when they called me near the end of production, it was a totally different thing because I was being paid union rates. And those second two days ended up being a turning point for me in more than one way.

That following week, I visited one of the casting agencies that had booked me a lot on Carnivale. Armed with photos of myself and my cars, I put on my best smile and placed the photos in the hands of a casting director. She was so happy, she nearly fell out of her chair. She was casting Anchorman, which also took place in the early 70s. I ended up working at least one day a week for the next 9 weeks and managed to make enough money and SAG vouchers galore to get into the union.

That was September 2003 and I don’t think I’ll ever give up on extra work. It’s certainly not for everyone. The hours are very long. The conditions get questionable from time to time and there’s just nothing like spending a freezing cold windy night in a thin short-sleeved dress while the crew is wearing down jackets and telling us extras not to shiver when the cameras roll.

Yeah, we extras are the bottom of the food chain, literally, but I swear we’ve got one of the hardest jobs on set sometimes. Some days are spent waiting in boredom for 8 hours only to work for 1 and then go home. Others are fifteen hours of walking back and forth doing what I’ve come to call background pinball across frame all the while trying not to look like the same person each time we cross frame. Every day is different and for that, I’m so glad!

If anything, I hope my adventures in Hollywood make for good reading. No matter how crazy, they are all true. Some are so weird that I couldn’t’ve made them up even if I’d tried! I hope you enjoy.

Third Time’s a Charm

So, I’ve blogged about how hard I sucked at stunt driving, but this time was much different. This time, I was more confident and essentially, I realized that stunt driving is easy. My problem wasn’t the driving. It was me. Apparently, I have difficulty thinking. Yes, thinking. How so? Well, I don’t know how to answer that. All I know is that this time around, my thoughts were crystal clear and everything fell pretty much into place.

Bright and early on that Saturday morning, I showed up for class. I learned the importance of tires and various other bits about stunt driving on a working movie set. Then, it was time to go out on the course.

And I wasn’t nervous this time. Not at all. I knew a lot would be required of me, but for some reason I simply didn’t care. I just wanted to drive and learn.

Boy did I ever!!!!!!

It was raining. For me, I saw that as good luck because that’d mean it’d be easier for wimpy little me to get good lock-up. I knew that this was now or never.

We worked through the slalom and learned how to shuffle steer. I’d been practicing my shuffle steer every time I’d driven since my last class, so that was pretty easy for me. I’d also been practicing using a focal point.

Once the whole class was ready, we moved on to forward 180s. Last time, I had a helluva fight to yank up on the e-brake and get the car to lock up. This time, just as I’d suspected, because of the rain, locking up was hard, but not impossible like it had been last time. My arm started to hurt, but I didn’t care because I was finally able to get lock-up and and throw the car around. I know the teacher wanted us all to finesse these to perfection, but honestly, I didn’t care what he wanted. I just wanted to get the damn car to come around. I’d worry about the finesse later. Any amount of progress was more important than finesse.

The next day, we continued our forward 180s left and right and then went into sliding 90s. Y’know, when you slide into a parallel parking job coming at it from the side.

My arm hurt so bad, it went numb and didn’t always work. But the rain continued and I still got good lock-up. Once again, I know the teacher wanted us all to finesse the car right in the middle of the coned-off box, but I was satisfied with just getting the car fully in the box. Whether I was forward or back or side-to-side didn’t matter. Just getting it in the box was progress enough for me.

And that took awhile. For some reason, the whole class had started having trouble with our forward 180s and that sort of crushed our morale I guess when we went into the 90s.

But eventually I got it. And then the miracle happened… I started to really understand how to ‘feel’ the car. That’s what Jay and Blaina do when they’re driving. I’d been feeling it all along, but hadn’t been able to really understand it. I hadn’t been able to read it well enough to adjust my input to get a perfect run as a result. I’d come flying at the cone gate for the 180 and be so concerned with getting lock up that I’d forget to crank the wheel into the turn, or I’d turn it too far, or too soon. In the 90s, I’d fly toward the cone box too fast or forget to let go of the wheel once I tossed the car into the box.

This was the day that really had me start asking myself, “What would Jay or Blaina do?” I sometimes even dropped into one of their characters, asking them for advice. I like to think it worked, too!

I can’t say that I’m any good at stunt driving. I can’t say I’m consistent. But I can say that I know what I’m trying to do and learning how to read what I feel in order to make the stunt happen correctly.

Once I realized that, I sort of looked back at the day and a half and was so satisfied with my performance that not only did I not care if I never quite got the finesse right, but I also didn’t need to take the test at the end to be satisfied with what I’d learned.

However, the course was wet and slippery enough that I knew I’d be able to get decent lock-up. And that always seemed to make the difference between executing the stunt correctly or failing miserably. If I was going to pass at all, it would be during this class, so I decided to go for it.

After more practice of the slalom, forward 80s and sliding 90s, we moved on to reverse 180s.

Sadly, I never quite mastered them. I learned a new technique–well, order of actions–from one of the instructor’s assistants which I put to good use and excelled way beyond how I’d fared in my last two classes. But more importantly–I thought, anyway– I figured out on my own what I was doing wrong just before the teacher told me. For some stupid reason, I kept forgetting to let go of the wheel and let the car right itself. Oh well. It’s something to work on in the future.

At the end of that second day, it was time to test. We practiced and I knew I was going to pass. I just knew it. I didn’t allow myself to practice into the ground because I wanted to save my poor little arm and I didn’t think I’d be getting any better that day anyway. I had the confidence. I knew I’d pass. I knew I could make it happen.

So, when the moment was upon me–finish the course in 59 seconds or less–I took off on a practice run…

And screwed it up so badly that I was thankful to take a second practice–which was close to perfect, but I didn’t quite get the car all the way into the final box. My time was good, though…50-something seconds. I wasn’t really worried about timing. I was worried about keeping the car between the cones without touching any of them. Well, and just plain surviving the course!

But now it was do or die. I had to do a passing run on that third one or I’d fail again. Well, before I took off, I congratulated myself for actually testing this time. I didn’t even bother testing last time because I knew I’d fail. This time, I knew that even if I didn’t pass, I’d learned so much and had come so far. It didn’t matter anymore, really.

But deep down, I still wanted to pass. I needed to pass.

I slalomed through the cones, grabbed that e-brake with all my might and whipped the car into the 180 to the right. Slamming the brake back down, I took off right through the center of the cone gate, while resetting my focal point and then yanked the e-brake and tossed the car into a 180 to the left. Dropping the brake and smashing the gas, I had to cheat and use a little main brake to slow the car after locking it as I skidded into the box for the 90 to the right. I waited for the “go” once the guys were sure I was in the box without hitting cones. I gritted my teeth and set up for the reverse 180–trying to make myself believe that it wasn’t my weakest maneuver. I stomped the gas, then as I whipped the wheel, looked back for my new focal point and rammed the car into drive. I still forgot to let go of the wheel, but I didn’t care because I didn’t hit any cones. I blasted toward that final box and threw the car into it to the left.

And waited.

Nervously.

To find out if I was in the box all the way.

And if I’d made it in less than 59 seconds.

My heart was beating a mile a minute and I suddenly realised that I’d done it. I’d made it all the way through the course.
…And I had the fastest time in the class: 46 seconds.

Wahoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I could think of was, “GO ME!!!!!!!!!!” on so many levels, too!

Spinning Wheels

This was before all the fun started. I like the array of cars and sportbike in the background. I felt like I was definitely in for loads of fun.

I’ll be posting more videos at CarCrazyCentral, but for now, notice my big grin…? I was sitting in the backseat while my Buddy Jim Wilkey from Wagon Train Productions drifted the car every which way and then some.

Otherness: Rift is now available!

In celebration of my first solo novel being released from Samhain Publishing, I’m posting a somewhat cancan-Leeloo-related pic.

This was the day that my best friend Eddie went with me to Hollywood to get an orange wig. Leeloo’s hair isn’t traffic cone orange and this was the only non-traffic-cone-orange wig on the Boulevard it seemed. No, I didn’t wear the peacock outfit to Hollywood, I bought it there, though. I love vintage shops…

Yeah, in this pic, the wig is too long to be Leeloo from the Fifth Element. My hairdresser did an awesome job hacking the wig into shape, but you’ll see her masterful handywork when I get the Leeloo pics up.

I’ve already got a set of sleeves lined up to put onto the peacock jumpsuit. Now, if I could just find the time to do it…

This last weekend was spent working on my car. Jason made the mistake of not believing me when I said, “Shit, I can take that intake off in about twenty minutes.” He didn’t challenge me to do it, but I still felt the need to prove that I could. I’ll be posting those pics as soon as I choose the better ones. And, yes, I did it in about twenty minutes. Neither of us had looked at the clock because it hadn’t been a real challenge, so I don’t know down to the second how long it took me.

I sucked…hard…No, really…really…

The title of this entry is absolutely accurate.

However, as much as I hate to admit that I sucked, it also doesn’t matter that I sucked. In fact, sucking allowed me to do more than if I’d nailed it.

What is “it” you ask?

Stunt Driving School. (Yes, I really did suck at it. Me, with all my cars and working on them, too. Yes, me. I sucked. Hard. I can’t believe it either…Well, maybe I can.)

Honestly, it wasn’t that I couldn’t drive. It was my stupid brain that kept making me do everything at once, rather than finding the right cadence. In essence, I was just too nervous. I wanted to do soooooo well that my very own desire to kick ass hindered my performance.

Not to mention that I ended up too girly to get the rear wheels locked up every time. I tried to use the one car with the foot brake, but I eventually bruised my foot because I’d stood on the pedal so hard so many times.

But y’know, none of any of my reasons for failure matters because I learned a helluva lot about driving and about myself. And honestly, if I hadn’t sucked, I wouldn’t have gotten to know the teacher and his assistants so well. They’re such a great group of guys. Really top notch in everything. Always willing to help and even answered stupid questions for researching some of the stunts in Driven to Distraction.

Bottom line, the teacher saw that underneath all my sucking, I really did want to learn and I had a passion for cars. He tried everything he could think of in order to get me to stop sucking, but I just somehow couldn’t. Still, he saw through.

And gave me an opportunity to take the class again.

I still sucked…just not as hard. I still learned a helluva lot more, too. And because I’d bruised my foot during the first class, I had to use the cars with the hand brake instead. I still had trouble getting a good lock up, sometimes, but I definitely did better overall.

A few of the highlights are as follows:

~ When my teacher successfully pissed me off enough to get a good pull on the hand brake and I did a nearly perfect sliding 90 box park.
~ In the middle of the second day when my teacher looked me straight in the eye and said, “You’re starting to get it.” (In that instant, I swear I almost cried.)
~ During lunch when he took me out in my Viper and got it up to 130 before running out of stopping distance.

The experience and adventure was absolutely incredible.

I’ll definitely be back. I gotta quit sucking one of these days and pass the darn class!

…Although, it seems I learned more by doing poorly. Hmmmm… Maybe I should keep sucking after all…

Dungeon Majesty was AWESOME!

I was all set to post the next bit about the engine swap, but I really gotta yack about last night. Oh my goodness, I had such a fantastic time at the premier of Dungeon Majesty episodes 4, 5, and 6. I was in episode 5, along with the other half of Ashleigh Raine. Mystika and Devastina interviewed us while we were at the Romantic Times Booklover Convention 2005 and I had no idea what the finished product would look like.

I was wearing that bizarre swirl dress during the interview and horridly nervous, but I have to say, I didn’t appear to be as frazzled as I actualy was. I think some of that might be great editing and some might be luck plus a little bit of acting skill on my part.

Anyhow, the event was held at the Vine Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard, just west of Vine.

Jen couldn’t make the drive (it’s quite a ways) and Jason was more interested in finishing his novel, so I took my next best best friend, Eddie. In fact, he was the Best Man at Jason and my wedding–which was held literally around the corner on the same block as the Vine Theatre.

I also took a funny picture of him–which he prefers–but that one turned out super-blurry. I don’t know what the deal is with my camera…

Anyhow, Mystika was in the ticket booth and she introduced me to Riley–their Dungeon Master.

As you can see in the background of all these pictures, these people are definitely my crowd. I’m not a hardcore fan, but I have the heart of one. See, if I truly embraced my fan-ness, I’d have no time to write!

Eons ago, when Jen and I first tried Dungeons & Dragons, we were probably about thirteen years old. During that very same time period, we were living in Northern California and for a few days, visiting Southern California. During our foray into Hollywood, she and I really, really, really, really, really, really had to pee and began going into every doorway, looking for a restroom. Obviously, the tatoo parlors wanted nothing to do with a couple of thirteen year olds. The first X-rated theatre also told us to go away. But the second theatre… Why, the nice guy behind the counter took pity on us and let us use the bathroom.

I hadn’t realized that this theatre was that theatre until I walked through the door, to the right and then saw the stairs. Talk about a silly, random, unrelated to Dungeon Majesty, blast from the past that I’d’ve kicked myself if I hadn’t gotten a picture of.

Okay, now, onto the show… I hope it gets posted to the Dungeon Majesty website soon. I can’t wait to see it again.

The first episode was a sort of live action version of part of their D&D adventure.

The next episode was shot entirely at the RT Convention and they manage to really capture the essence of the experience–all the costumes, the romance, the cover models, the great vibe to be had by all. That was awesome. Jen and I were interviewed and spliced in with authors such as Angela Knight, Morgan Hawke and Sherilyn Kenyon. WaHooooo! And as I said earlier, aside from the silly dress, I didn’t come off as too much of an idiot.

During intermission, they raffled off a bunch of books and stuff–including Ashleigh Raine’s <a href=”http://ashleighraine.com/books/loverstalisman”>LOVER’S TALISMAN</a>. Way cool.

The last episode was comprised of fun featurettes by each of the characters. I loved every inch of that!

And then I finally got to have my picture taken with Mystika and Devastina. …And that’s where I came off like an idiot! When my eyes were closed, they were looking at the camera. When my eyes were opened, they were looking away. Oh well. I tried.

I’ll continue with the engine swap stuff shortly. I just really enjoy sharing this stuff!

Dungeon Majesty!

At the time, I hadn’t realized what I’d gotten myself into–other than a lot of fun–but as half of Ashleigh Raine, I was interviewed for a show called Dungeon Majesty.

After receiving an email about a screening they’re doing on March 23rd in Hollywood, I checked out their site again…it had been awhile since last I’d visited. In fact, it’d been so long that I didn’t remember what it looked like last time I was there.

Anyhow, on this trip, I discovered two of their episodes and zowie-wowie, I can’t wait to see the other ones. They’ve got something like 8 done. Only 2 are up on their site, though.

All I gotta do now is start planning my outfit for the screening next month. You see, when they interviewed me, I was wearing the infamous swirl dress and I need to make sure I’m wearing something as…uh…stellar.

Or at least barbaric or magical!

Go fast? And Jay Leno

So, the other day, I went to get a part for my new engine. I needed a water neck. No big deal. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten to get one in the first place.

For a little fun during a stupid parts run, I took the Viper.

On the way there, I almost blasted past a cop. Whoops! Thank goodness for Granny in her Camry, whom I was behind, or I’d’ve probably gotten a ticket.

On my way home, however, things were a little different.

Traffic was kind of bunched up on city streets. It seemed like everyone was Christmas shopping and in zero hurry. (And that wasn’t just because I happened to be in a car that hates going slow! People really were driving far under the speed limit in one giant herd.) I passed a blue late model Mustang that was wheezing like it had a supercharger on it. I glanced again and saw a cowl hood. Okay, so this was the moment of truth.

Generally, when another sporty car rolls up on me in the Viper, their first thing to do is spar with me, rev, cut me off, something. It’s usually some hot-headed guy, too.

But this guy–or I should say ‘person’ because unfortunately, I never did see the driver–kept giving me room to get around.

It was weird. I was totally expecting the small-minded, gotta-get-in-front-of-the-Viper, how-ya-like-me-now attitude, but instead, there was this weird respect-like thing.

Personally, when I see anyone driving something that sounds healthy and looks like the driver is a car enthusiast, I always give right of way, lots of room, thumbs up “nice car” if I can, no matter which of my cars I’m driving. But generally, in the Viper I don’t receive the same whether I give it or not.

So, I’m driving toward the freeway, the Mustang’s giving me room, I wanna see who’s driving just to give a thumbs up if nothing more, when finally, there’s a break in the traffic and I can squeeze through.

I drop a gear and blast. So does the Mustang. And I’m sure we were both hoping to spar a little on the freeway.

But dammit…I was going east and he was going west. Ah well. I hope we meet again. His ride was damn sweet and probably would’ve smoked me because I’m not real good at speed-shifting the Viper. Ah well. That story’ll happen another day, I’m sure.

Speaking of sparring…I’ve got a few other favorite stories.

Last year, I was in the Prowler, following Jason who was in the ’98 Corvette we no longer have. I was hardly paying attention to much other than driving when a black German car kept speeding up, slowing down, goofing off next to me.

Finally, I glance over, unsure what/who I’m gonna see and there’s this really, really, really, really cute guy rolling down his window. I smile, unsure why other than that he’s obviously some kind of car guy and having fun on a Friday night.

I don’t remember the exact conversation other than that he was surprised that my Prowler wasn’t fast. It’s really not. It’s only got a V6 in it, but because it looks odd, people think it’s fast anyway. He wanted to spar, but then, he asked me out.

And oh my goodness, if I weren’t married, I totally would’ve accepted.

But then, as I shook my head, he said, “You with him?” and pointed toward Jason in the Corvette ahead of me.

I nodded, completely shocked that the guy guessed it…like somehow he just knew. That was such a strange encounter and I loved every minute of it. When Jason and I got to the restaurant, we both had a good chuckle.

I guess car chicks are simply hard to come by and guys will go to crazy lengths to score one sometimes.

Last year around this time, I did a shoot waaaaaaaaaay out some of the canyon roads near my house. I left the shoot and had zero intention of following the directions to the freeway because I didn’t want to take the freeway, I wanted to play in the canyon twisties. I was driving my ’68 Mustang Fastback.

So, I haul ass, 4-wheel-drifting around corners, keeping my car in my lane, of course. Only once did I go over the yellow and I’m not sure if that was because I was drifting or I couldn’t turn the wheel hard enough. My car does not have power steering, but I muscle it down the road at warp speed and in my rearview, I notice a Cadillac that had been following me since I left the shoot.

Anyhow, out of the canyons and into town, we stop at a traffic light. My window was down. Mr. Cadillac called out, “YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He was truly in awe judging by the grin on his face and enthusiasm in his eyes, but then he continued, “How do I get to the freeway?”

Whoops….Poor guy hadn’t been keeping up with me because he wanted a hard drive, he’d wanted to find the freeway! Sorry!

From that stop light, I had him follow me to the freeway. That was a very fun trip.

And now for my best sparring with the boys story:

I was on my way to Jen’s baby shower, so this had to’ve been 2000.

But anyhow, I was heading southbound on the 101 through Studio City. Traffic was tight, but there was a little room to move. I was in my ’68 Mustang Fastback.

I’m bored in traffic and still have at least an hour left on the road, so I start to weave a little bit. Not cutting anyone off or anything, just trying to change my scenery when a bizarre 20s car…make that racecar…rolls up on my tail.

Stranger than that, I think the driver looks like Jay Leno.

Yeah, Jay Leno is a car guy, so anything’s possible.

But still, me being a car chick and him driving the cooler car, I most definitely feel obligated to get out of his way, even help him get through traffic easier.

So, I keep weaving, leaving him room to get by me, but he’s just not taking it!

I’m still going, waiting, leaving a mile in front of me…

Finally, as the 134 is about to split off, he changes lanes to my right. Then he rolls alongside and with a big ol’ grin on his face, gives me a thumbs up!!!!

Yep! Jay Leno gave ME a thumbs up!

Good golly!!!! I still grin at that memory!!!!!!!!!

Parking my Viper in someone else’s spot

Yesterday, I was on Twins and a strange little thing happened.

I was instructed to park my car in someone else’s reserved spot. Okay, whatever, as long as I had permission. But I wasn’t assigned a specific spot, I was allowed to choose one myself. Rather than reading people’s names, or the shows they worked on, I just chose the widest space and shoe-horned my Viper into it.

Good golly, I felt bad for taking the guy’s space. His name was Bill something-or-other and he was working on the same show I was. Yikes! When I realized that, I was about to pull out of the space and park somewhere else, but at the same time, I figured that while I was on the stage, if I happened to hear some guy complaining that some asshole had parked in his spot, I could at least go apologize to the poor guy.

And then I thought about it… If I had a reserved spot and I drove, say, a Pinto and someone in a Viper had sniped my spot. Would I be ticked off? I mean, yeah, I was out a space, but there was a Viper in my spot–with my name emblazoned over it. Would that really be so bad?

But what if I drove a Mustang?

A Camry?

Some kind of Porsche?

A Ferrari?

How would I feel about my spot being taken by a Viper?

And then I got to thinking about disregarding what I drove. How would I feel about those other cars being in my spot…

And what if I drove a Viper and found a Pinto in my spot–with my name emblazoned above it!

Good grief, those thoughts fueled vacations from boredom the whole time I waited to do my scene. So many different possibilities! Half of which, I really wasn’t sure how pissed off I’d be!

I never did hear anyone complain about a Viper being in his parking space. Too bad. It would’ve been fun to see how he’d felt.

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