UPDATE: I have been informed by the powers we will have the truth reveal on Friday. Check back then!
The End of Tour Two-For – Part 1: Butts and Part 2: Friends, “This belongs in a museum!”, and Passive Aggressive Behavior.
Here are four stories one of which is a deception. Please leave your thoughts in the comments to what is true and which one is a lie. Let’s begin!
The End of Tour Two-For: Butts and Friends:
I was an extra in a movie. The movie is called The End of Tour and making the festival circuit right now which means, I haven’t seen it and I have no idea if I’m actually in it or not. My husband found the casting call for extras. We thought what would it hurt? And signed up. We were both called several times and out of sheer luck, I made it to a scene. I was picked for the NPR Staffer and had two roles. First role was for a blur extra, a person, out of focus, who is just walking in the background. The second was the NPR Receptionist. There were three actors there that day on set, Jason Segel, Jessie Eisenberg, and Joan Cusack.
Part 1: Jason Segel, we’re going to call him “Butts.” While it was against rules to speak with the actors, ask for an autograph, of take pictures of them, that didn’t necessarily stop them from being their normal selves in front of the extras and the crew. Jason Segel is a very very loud person. He would check his cell phone and laugh loudly to himself about whatever he was reading. He also had no sense of person and at one point bent over so his ass crack was completely exposed. Before I arrived on set that day my husband teased me, “Are you going to say anything to Jason Segel about seeing his penis in Forgetting Sarah Marshall?” I joked and said I would. Well, I didn’t need to. Saw the guys ass in person. However, I did respect the rules and never talked to him, even when he was an arms length away and a quick “hey” would have been easy. He had a handler with him at all times regulating contact with him. At one point the handler yelled at a crew member when she was caught making faces at Jason. To her defense, he totally started it and when the handler wasn’t looking he mouthed an apology.
Part 2: Jessie Eisenberg, he is our “Friend” in this story. Super nice and down to earth guy. He was the only actor who spoke with me that day. It was brief and he simply asked if I knew where someone was but he was all smiles and at least gave me a “hi.” He studied his lines frequently and kept to himself in a corner when we had long set changes. In contrast, during breaks between quick shots and lunch he was always talking to someone, laughing, seemingly really friendly when he wasn’t studying. It was a stark difference from how he is perceived in most of his movies. He didn’t have a handler but unlike Jason Segel, he didn’t seem to need one and everyone respected him. Where Jason Segel entered a room and everyone knew he was there, Jessie just kind of sneaked in, sat down, and would strike up a conversation with the closest person. It was one of those moments where he had been there for some time before anyone even noticed. All around, just a really cool guy.
“This belongs in a museum!”
My dad likes to hand down things to me. He has been doing it for years and the older he has gotten, the more he passes down. Most are small trinkets like an old pen, coins, and small keepsakes. One item he handed to me seemed like it would be of value, more so to just him and I. It was a card. The size of a business card, printed on card stock, some residue on the back where it had been attached to a scrap book and a little bent from time in a pocket. He had thought about throwing it away and, lucky for him, he hadn’t. When he came across it forty years later he offered it to me feeling I would find it of value. It was his admission ticket to be part of the greeting line for President Nixon. The former president was flying into Michigan Tri-City Airport and Miss Bay City was invited to be part of the reception line, those who stand next to the plane and shake the President’s hand. My dad was chosen to be Miss Bay City’s escort to the event. I asked him how that came to be and he responded, “I don’t know. Right place, right time I guess.” The card he received to allow admission was addressed to an “honored guest” and not something I wanted to hide away. Right place, right time perhaps but, it was something I wanted to share with others and felt it was special. I ended up contacting the Ford Museum remembering they had a Nixon exhibit which lead up to President Ford’s term. With my dad’s permission, I gifted the card to the Gerald R. Ford Museum. They accepted it not only on the grounds that it was in reference to Nixon who preceded Ford but because it happened in Michigan and the year 1974, the year of Nixon’s impeachment and the beginning of Ford’s presidency.
Passive Aggressive Behavior
It was spring and coming to the end of my college senior year. I already had a job lined up but what I didn’t have was an appropriate wardrobe for a professional atmosphere. Jeans and college sweatshirts were not going to cut it. Now it’s spring and this means, spring clothing displayed in every store window. I needed something for working in an office and I had no idea where to even start to look for blouses and dress pants in the plethora of short shorts and tank tops. I’m also, very terrible at shopping in general and I couldn’t resort to the get in, get out technique. I had to search the stores of the mall to find what I was looking for. I hated every moment of it. Desperate, defeated, and frustrated I walked into a store I had never been to but knew the name of very well. Abercrombie and Fitch. The lights were far too dark and the store was considerably empty even with the bustling mall just on the other side of the entry doors. To my surprise, they had what I was looking for. Clothing, appropriate for an office environment, and fitting my age without looking like I raided my mother’s closet. Excitedly, I grabbed all the clothes I could think to try on, never shopping at Abercrombie before and not knowing what size I might be in their brand. When I approached the dressing room I was told by a man about my age, “There is a limit for the dressing rooms.” Fair enough. I was only really interested in finding my size, few items to try on should give me an idea. I left what I could not take with me with him and entered the dressing room.
I loved each thing I put on. Everything fit well and I was finally done searching for work clothes. I think I even did a little happy dance. But this is where my shopping success story ends. When I walked out of the dressing room I went back to the attendant who was empty handed. “Where are my clothes?” I asked. “Oh, well I put them back. I didn’t think you needed them.” He answered. My mind went blank with emotion. I understood what he was saying and well, I’m an adult. Instead of getting mad, yelling, or feeling upset, I set down the clothes I had with me on the table, to which he responded, “I think that is a good choice.”
Now, I had planned for a new wardrobe. I had plenty of cash on me and a purpose. Thoughts crossed my mind to just go and pick up each one of the items I had originally wanted and buy them anyway. Instead I just improvised…
Walking from the front of the store, to the back of the store, women’s, men’s, clearance, and even a few things displayed by the register, I filled up my arms with everything I could carry. After a few minutes I returned to the changing room where the attendant was still standing. I placed everything I had in my overflowing arms on the table next to him, shirts, sweaters, belts, tank tops, pants, a pile of merchandise cascading off the table onto the floor. My last words were, “Can you put these back for me too? I’m not going to need these either.” He looked at me, mouth wide open, and said nothing.
That’s the last time I’ve been to Abercrombie and Fitch.
So, which one is a lie? Let me know what you think. Also visit the other players for today’s post: