well that's an acceptable answer
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So, I used to practice law in the San Francisco Bay Area. On one memorable occasion, I was declared persona non grata at a Toyota dealership. About a year later I avenged this affront by arranging to have a wrecked Toyota towed and parked in the public space in front of the dealership. They called my office and begged me to remove it. I ended up giving it to charity. St. Vincent de Paul wouldn't take it, because the saint is smart enough to know when a car is an absolute POS, but the Salvation Army had a new girl behind the desk, her boss was somewhere away for lunch, and I bullied her into accepting the title. When the boss finally saw that car, I'll bet she got a talking-to.
So, I used to practice law in the San Francisco Bay Area. On one memorable occasion, I was declared persona non grata at a Toyota dealership. About a year later I avenged this affront by arranging to have a wrecked Toyota towed and parked in the public space in front of the dealership. They called my office and begged me to remove it. I ended up giving it to charity. St. Vincent de Paul wouldn't take it, because the saint is smart enough to know when a car is an absolute POS, but the Salvation Army had a new girl behind the desk, her boss was somewhere away for lunch, and I bullied her into accepting the title. When the boss finally saw that car, I'll bet she got a talking-to.
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Maybe Mrs Amigo would have better luck.
I was working on a Hollywood production back in 1980-something. I was sitting at a light-table doing some details work when one of the voice-actors walked by. He was talking to a companion and we all heard him petulantly complain "My part's too small!". The girl at the next desk leaned over to me and whispered "It's his poor wife I feel sorry for!"
Maybe Mrs Amigo would have better luck.
I was working on a Hollywood production back in 1980-something. I was sitting at a light-table doing some details work when one of the voice-actors walked by. He was talking to a companion and we all heard him petulantly complain "My part's too small!". The girl at the next desk leaned over to me and whispered "It's his poor wife I feel sorry for!"
I grew up in west LA, where industry people come home from work and it used to be said that producers would take aspiring actresses to the beach late at night, and the girls would lie on the sand and look at the stars, and the producers would lie on the stars and look at the sand. Harvey Weinstein ruined it for everybody.
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My mom was a licensed physical therapist, undergrad at Northwestern, postgrad at USC. One time before she met my dad, she was hired on to a film company that was shooting a movie on location on Ischia, which is an island in the bay of Naples near Capri, but not quite as famous. Her job was to provide physical therapy to a disabled child of one of the co-stars. After a busy day of shooting, the principal male star of this movie would take cast, crew and entourage into the little trattoria for food and drink, and during one of these sessions, he intimated to my future mom that they should immediately adjourn and reconvene privately in his hotel room for further drinking and conversation. She replied "Oh no Mr. Lancaster, I'm not that kind of girl." I don't know if it would have made a difference in my chess strength, but can you imagine how much better looking I would have been if Burt Lancaster had been my dad instead of the one I ended up with?
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No one can believe what is happening xD