Running Interference
I once had a friend of mine who tends bar tell me that she always treated me well at the bar because I was good at running interference. Namely, in cases where there was a client (almost exclusively male) who was having trouble with respecting the boundaries and personal space of herself or other clients at the bar, I was good at acting as an extra distraction to help keep the pressure off the intended target.
This weekend, after rehearsal, I grabbed a coffee with my friend Kendall on the way to a photo shoot she was doing with a new photographer. Since the old port is often difficult to navigate and she had a big valise of clothing, I walked her to the shoot proper.
The photographer greeted us outside, invited us into his gorgeous Old Port apartment, and explained how he had seen her stuff online, and she needed his "eye, and vision. While I need your youth and colour." Then he offered to go get alcohol.
I turned to Kendall and asked if she wanted me to stay for a bit to keep an eye on Captain Sketch of Sketchytown. I stayed the whole time.
I know there are sketchy "photographers" whose entire goal is to have half-naked women in their house. I just hadn't actually run into one yet.
My reward for the good deed Saturday was carrot ginger soup, nan-bread with garlic, and watching the 1980 Flash Gordon so Kendall could go nuts about the costuming, so I was well recompensed.
It upsets me that I still need to run interference.
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This weekend, after rehearsal, I grabbed a coffee with my friend Kendall on the way to a photo shoot she was doing with a new photographer. Since the old port is often difficult to navigate and she had a big valise of clothing, I walked her to the shoot proper.
The photographer greeted us outside, invited us into his gorgeous Old Port apartment, and explained how he had seen her stuff online, and she needed his "eye, and vision. While I need your youth and colour." Then he offered to go get alcohol.
I turned to Kendall and asked if she wanted me to stay for a bit to keep an eye on Captain Sketch of Sketchytown. I stayed the whole time.
I know there are sketchy "photographers" whose entire goal is to have half-naked women in their house. I just hadn't actually run into one yet.
My reward for the good deed Saturday was carrot ginger soup, nan-bread with garlic, and watching the 1980 Flash Gordon so Kendall could go nuts about the costuming, so I was well recompensed.
It upsets me that I still need to run interference.
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