Food Lion movie script
Did I tell you about my Research Assistant job? Don't get all excited for me. As far as I know it's a one-time deal. But I had fun doing it nonetheless.
So this man in Manhattan is writing a book about supermarkets and how we acquire our food and wanted to scope out the newly remodeled Winn Dixie and its competitor, Food Lion. I was supposed to do several things: check out the stores, take some pictures, and interview customers. I knew the author wanted pictures of Winn Dixie, but I wasn't sure if he wanted pictures of Food Lion, so I tried to take some, anyway.
Here's how it went:
The first thing I did in Food Lion was pretend to shop. I browsed the produce section, talked to the lady behind the bakery counter, observed the deli counter employee, and thoroughly walked the entire store. Then I tried to take photographs. I pushed a shopping cart so that I didn’t look suspicious and I tried to point and shoot-with my flash turned off-the produce section, the aisles in general, and the pharmacy window, but I was cornered by the store manager. Our conversation went something like this:
MANAGER:
Why are you taking photographs of my store?
ME:
I’m just visiting some friends in town and I take pictures of images that strike me.
MANAGER:
What are these pictures for?
ME:
Oh, well, I’m helping a friend write a book about supermarkets and how we buy our food.
MANAGER:
Well you just can’t go around taking pictures!
*He extends a claw like hand towards my digital camera.*
ME:
*I try to shove my camera into my pocket.*
Well I wasn’t aware there was a law against taking pictures.
MANAGER:
This is private property and I’m going to have to demand that you delete the pictures from your camera.
ME:
Ah, okay, I’ll just delete the pictures from my camera, then.
MANAGER:
I’ll watch.
ME:
*I delete the pictures from my camera as he breathes down my neck and looks vacantly into the digital camera screen.*
Welp, all done!
MANAGER:
*He seems like he feels a little guilty for being so mean.*
Here, let me get you the number for our corporate office. Maybe they’ll give you permission to take pictures of our store for your book.
ME:
*Trying to be as nice, cute, and unassuming as possible.*
Oh, would you? That would be fantastic!
So I have no Food Lion pictures. Damn that ugly manager!
So this man in Manhattan is writing a book about supermarkets and how we acquire our food and wanted to scope out the newly remodeled Winn Dixie and its competitor, Food Lion. I was supposed to do several things: check out the stores, take some pictures, and interview customers. I knew the author wanted pictures of Winn Dixie, but I wasn't sure if he wanted pictures of Food Lion, so I tried to take some, anyway.
Here's how it went:
The first thing I did in Food Lion was pretend to shop. I browsed the produce section, talked to the lady behind the bakery counter, observed the deli counter employee, and thoroughly walked the entire store. Then I tried to take photographs. I pushed a shopping cart so that I didn’t look suspicious and I tried to point and shoot-with my flash turned off-the produce section, the aisles in general, and the pharmacy window, but I was cornered by the store manager. Our conversation went something like this:
MANAGER:
Why are you taking photographs of my store?
ME:
I’m just visiting some friends in town and I take pictures of images that strike me.
MANAGER:
What are these pictures for?
ME:
Oh, well, I’m helping a friend write a book about supermarkets and how we buy our food.
MANAGER:
Well you just can’t go around taking pictures!
*He extends a claw like hand towards my digital camera.*
ME:
*I try to shove my camera into my pocket.*
Well I wasn’t aware there was a law against taking pictures.
MANAGER:
This is private property and I’m going to have to demand that you delete the pictures from your camera.
ME:
Ah, okay, I’ll just delete the pictures from my camera, then.
MANAGER:
I’ll watch.
ME:
*I delete the pictures from my camera as he breathes down my neck and looks vacantly into the digital camera screen.*
Welp, all done!
MANAGER:
*He seems like he feels a little guilty for being so mean.*
Here, let me get you the number for our corporate office. Maybe they’ll give you permission to take pictures of our store for your book.
ME:
*Trying to be as nice, cute, and unassuming as possible.*
Oh, would you? That would be fantastic!
So I have no Food Lion pictures. Damn that ugly manager!