Losing one’s debit card is not a good feeling.
When going to use it over the weekend as I went to Gelson’s three times at 8am, 12:30pm and 5pm (each time buying alcohol for the shoot) and being served by Dorothy who asked me about the Tasmanian Devil facial tumour disease, I couldn’t find it. Not feeling too worried, I paid with my Australian card and made a mental note to look for it on my desk where I’d probably been buying something online (my new addiction in LA).
This morning dawned and I couldn’t find it on my desk, even when I checked under all the loose papers. So I looked up my last transactions online, breathed a sigh of relief that it hadn’t been used on the weekend and realised the last time I’d used it was to withdraw cash on Thursday. As I’d withdrawn an odd amount, it gives you your card in a different order to normal and I must have left it in the ATM.
I waited for 9am and then raced down to the bank to find out if it had been handed in.
While waiting in line, the older gent behind me leaned in and said “I like your tennis shoes”. I thanked him for his compliment and he said “Where did you get them from? … No, don’t tell me, I’m psychic.” He then looked shifty for a bit and said “You got them on your feet!” I gave him a little haha for his dad joke and then it was my turn at the cashier.
That wasn’t the end of The Joker. While the girl was looking in the drawers for lost cards, he came over to me and said “How do you make holy water?” A little surprised by him continuing to talk to me, I said, “oh, I don’t know.” He then said “You boil the hell out of it.”
While he didn’t get the belly laugh he deserved because I was distracted, when I related the story to housemates Gin, J and Devoir in the car we all let out big laughs.
* Celebrity spotted: Rufus Sewell (The Holiday, A Knights Tale) in a sweaty shirt at the Oaks Deli at lunchtime.
PS The post about my first film shoot is still coming, it’s going to be an essay, so it requires more time than I had today whilst set undressing.