what’s that you say???
Tuesday, May 6th, 2008I had the yearly luncheon today with the managing directors where we go over what is going on with the philanthropic arm and while waiting for the elevator, we were discussing how there is yet another movie being filmed outside. Someone wondered how they are getting all these permits to shut the street down and I said I didn’t think all of the films had permits; and I have talked to some of the business owners and they told me they have not been compensated at all even though their business for the day is being blocked by snot-nosed PAs who tell people they “can’t” walk down the street. I said that for one movie some little child probably just out of nappies had tried to tell me–order me just about–not to pass down the street–they weren’t even filming at the time–and I asked if they had a permit to close it and when he hemmed and hawed, I said, “Well I sure as fuck am walking down the street then.” Meaning, I said that to the PA some months back and I repeated it, complete with “fuck,” to the MDs. Three sets of that taken-aback look that you get when someone does something they shouldn’t but you really don’t know how to address it.
Whoopsie!
I was perfectly respectable for the rest of the day. Hopefully they have all thought maybe they misheard me.