The other day, one of our actresses decided she really, really, really wanted a pizza.
Naturally, my boss sent me out to the nearest CPK to pick up some hideous Ninja Turtles-style concoction with goat cheese and spinach and who knows what else.
Driving back, my car smelling like a culinary nightmare, I wondered to myself, Now, if I were to get a hankering for a Philly Cheese steak next week, will this actress pick one up for me?
Keep in mind, this was late in the afternoon, maybe an hour or two before wrap. This girl had already eaten a free breakfast and a free lunch. Now, the production is buying her dinner, not to mention paying me five bucks for mileage.
Why does everyone think this is okay?