Apparently, the director for this commercial is slower than most. On day two of shooting, a van came and picked me up at my house and got me to the set at 7:15. At 3:30 I still had yet to be used. I sat and read near the little space heater in the room where the food was.
Sitting near me was a pretty woman, bundled up and sitting directly in front of the heater, reading a worn, cloth-bound book. It looked like literature. As other people were called onto the set occasionally, she never budged. She wasn’t wearing a lab coat, so I figured she wasn’t in the cast, but she didn’t appear to be part of the crew, either. After a while I figured out that she was the set medic. She didn’t speak much English, and she seemed a little shy when people came to ask for cold medicine or whatnot. Occasionally something amusing would happen nearby and we would exchange a chuckle. I tried to think of some way to broach a conversation with her, when we had so few words in common.
Eventually my name was called and I limped out onto the set. My shoes had given me a blister on my heel the day before. False alarm; I limped back to the waiting room. She looked up from her book and I shrugged and rolled my eyes and she smiled. I returned to my book, wondering what I could say to her. A while later the call came again, I limped back out, false alarm, and back I went. Smiles exchanged, back to the books.
Some of you, by now, may have already caught on. Let’s review the salient points:
- There was a pretty woman sitting a few feet away from me for hours and hours
- She reads old books
- I wanted to talk to her
- She was bored
- She was a nurse
- I was injured
- It is her job to help injured people
You see it? The subtle opportunity I missed? To not only talk to her, but to get some relief for my heel as it bled into my sock?
Man, I’m stupid. I wonder, now, if I would have thought to ask for help if the nurse had been a toothless old man.