And now, my career is being felt up

I did extra work on a commercial for Arrid Extra Dry last week.

This particular commercial featured a dude telling America how he had recently joined the "Wetness Protection Program"...to protect...against...wetness. Just like the Witness Protection Program protects...against...witnesses.

Right?

That's right isn't it?

Anyway, a large part of my day was spent crammed in an elevator with 10 other extras. For some reason the director decided he was too important to talk to extras, so even though we could hear him, he would tell another guy what to tell us and pretend we were deaf. So for 45 minutes while they set-up the shot, over and over again we heard:

DIRECTOR: Tell the guy in the yellow shirt to move one step to his right.

OTHER GUY: Could you move one step to your right?

DIRECTOR: Tell him that's too far.

OTHER GUY: That's too far.

It was exhilirating. And once they got us all suitably crammed against each other, the elevator doors kept alternately closing or not closing at the right/wrong times, so we stood for another 3 hours while the star of the commercial repeated over and over again, "And now, my career is looking up!"

Sweet, sweet irony.

On the train-ride home, one of the other extras - a 55-year-old guy who I barely talked to all day - said, "Did you see that one girl with the cleavage? Man, I had to be pressed up right against her in that elevator. It was so tough, smelling her and with those tits. I couldn't decide if I should apologize or just try to do it."

Yeah.

To protect...against...wetness.