how fitting

went to my fitting today. they dressed me as a dungeon dude, lots of itchy layers. it's mostly the same wardrobe crew as for The Sad Belgian. some nice dudes, some witches. the one dude had me stand against a white backdrop for a picture, turns out this backdrop was a door. I was bounced by a wardrobe witch coming through the door.

"maybe you shouldn't be standing there," she hissed at me.

riiiiiiiiiiiiight, like me, the mere extra had chosen to stand in this place. godforbid she vent her anger at her fellow costumer who had put me against this backdrop, despite knowing it's a door.

weird old dude asked me to open his gatorade. this meant, I was instantly his new best friend, and needed to listen to his ramblings. it all came back to me -- extra's extra-ability to sense a sensitive listener. trapped in a changing room with him, I nodded politely and was saved by another extra walking in whom he had worked with before.