Friday, December 21, 2012

Mind. Terrible thing. Waste. Yadda Yadda.

On a courtesy bus to go to just above the Bronx to film a TV show.

The production assistant is checking to make sure who's on the bus so far.  Apologizes in advance if he messes up any names. Which he does. Many times. Gets to my name.

"Jeff Snerry?"
"Do you mean Jeff Siperly?"
He then looks at list again and says "Jeff Spierly."
"It's Jeff Siperly and I'm here."
"I told you I was going to mess up names. Sorry about that. Mom told me to go to college. I should have listened." and laughs.

Um, reading (and sounding out letters)
was taught in elementary school.

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