like a deer caught in headlights
(she stands in the doorway, oblivious to the world & smoking a cigarette. he walks, carrying an umbrella & a map. but she doesn’t notice him.)
he: "excuse me? sorry to-"
she: "ahh!"
(she screams, she jumps. silence.)
he: "i was going to say 'sorry to bother you,' but that look could win an award..."
she: "you’re..."
he: "the guy from desperate housewives. yeah, i know."
she: "…i was going to say a tourist. or something. & no, no, i was going to say..."
he: "what?"
she: "you’re not the guy from desperate housewives... or, maybe you are. i don’t know. you’re the really insanely creepy guy from the x-files."
he: "oh! yes. did i scare you?"
she: "yes. no. very definitely yes."
(a moment of silence for the two confused individuals.)
he: "i was going to ask, actually, if you could help me find the, um, the métro."
she: "right. you go... [...]"
he: "thank you. & sorry about that."
she: "do you get that a lot?"
he: "what?"
she: "the crazy person jumping thing."
(pause.)
he: "i’ll never tell."
...oh, yes, let’s end on a definitely-not-at-all weird note! (& so, my moment of fall-on-ass embarrassment in the face of a professional actor. brilliant, lise... just brilliant.)
he: "excuse me? sorry to-"
she: "ahh!"
(she screams, she jumps. silence.)
he: "i was going to say 'sorry to bother you,' but that look could win an award..."
she: "you’re..."
he: "the guy from desperate housewives. yeah, i know."
she: "…i was going to say a tourist. or something. & no, no, i was going to say..."
he: "what?"
she: "you’re not the guy from desperate housewives... or, maybe you are. i don’t know. you’re the really insanely creepy guy from the x-files."
he: "oh! yes. did i scare you?"
she: "yes. no. very definitely yes."
(a moment of silence for the two confused individuals.)
he: "i was going to ask, actually, if you could help me find the, um, the métro."
she: "right. you go... [...]"
he: "thank you. & sorry about that."
she: "do you get that a lot?"
he: "what?"
she: "the crazy person jumping thing."
(pause.)
he: "i’ll never tell."
...oh, yes, let’s end on a definitely-not-at-all weird note! (& so, my moment of fall-on-ass embarrassment in the face of a professional actor. brilliant, lise... just brilliant.)