Funny things are happening. A veritable pushcart war is about to erupt on my block.
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The film crew started to show up around 5:45 this morning. They're shooting a scene for something called "Person of Interest" at the diner, so they've commandeered all the parking on this side of my street. Craft services is set up right at my stoop; I expect I'll go get a snack in a bit. There's a woman down there right now, dressed like Daniel Boone, eating peanut M&M's. Since they're shooting in a diner I doubt she's in costume. Maybe she really is Daniel Boone.
The warehouse across the street usually uses the sidewalk and roadway for forklifting pallets of building supplies in and out of their loading dock. With all the production trucks on the block, their flatbeds are pinching the intersection and causing a lot of honking. The noise is sure to annoy the director, and I'm just waiting for someone to go push the warehouse guys around. They're a surly lot.
During my morning walk, a tiny little faux-hawked fellow in a big Mercedes raced up to the red light and almost popped me out of the crosswalk. I started to glare at him but he looked like a Kewpie doll sitting on all that black leather so I laughed instead.
Then I noticed a murky decal on the back window of a parked electrical supply van. I peered closer and made out a tentacle, a glaring eye; then a trunk, then wings: Cthulhu! All hail!
I've been walking around giggling all morning. I feel like Janet Jackson.
Anyone else having a funny morning?