I Wanna Be Paparazzi
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Excuse me?
Matt: [lowers camera] uh huh?
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Sorry to bother you, but are you a paparazzi?
Matt: What? No. I live down the street here. I just find it really fascinating when they're filming something in the neighborhood, especially when they change the business signs around. See? [points at the Penthouse night club] They've changed it into the "Chick a Dee."
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Oh! I didn't even notice that! It's not the Parliament or whatever anymore. What show is that?
Matt: I don't know, but it's not the first time they've used that sign, so it must be a recurring location in one of the local series. Da Vinci's Inquest maybe?
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: [after a long contemplative pause] But don't you wish you were a paparazzi? Following celebrities around, taking photos of them. I bet you'd make a lot of money.
Matt: I never really thought about it, though my celebrity-spotting luck is not so good, always just barely missing them. Nobody would pay money for a photo of the top of Lenny Kravitz's hair, I don't think.
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Yeah, you're probably right. Well, alright then. [with a flippant gesture turns around and starts walking away, her little dog having gotten thoroughly tangled in the leash and now dragging along the concrete behind her on his back. . . .]
Matt: Um . . . excuse me. You're, like, dragging your dog.
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Oh. Thanks! [whips her wrist, and the poor dog spins out of his entanglement in midair, landing on his feet considerably dizzied and shivering] Bye! [walks away, holding end of leash high over her shoulder. . . .]
Matt: [lowers camera] uh huh?
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Sorry to bother you, but are you a paparazzi?
Matt: What? No. I live down the street here. I just find it really fascinating when they're filming something in the neighborhood, especially when they change the business signs around. See? [points at the Penthouse night club] They've changed it into the "Chick a Dee."
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Oh! I didn't even notice that! It's not the Parliament or whatever anymore. What show is that?
Matt: I don't know, but it's not the first time they've used that sign, so it must be a recurring location in one of the local series. Da Vinci's Inquest maybe?
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: [after a long contemplative pause] But don't you wish you were a paparazzi? Following celebrities around, taking photos of them. I bet you'd make a lot of money.
Matt: I never really thought about it, though my celebrity-spotting luck is not so good, always just barely missing them. Nobody would pay money for a photo of the top of Lenny Kravitz's hair, I don't think.
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Yeah, you're probably right. Well, alright then. [with a flippant gesture turns around and starts walking away, her little dog having gotten thoroughly tangled in the leash and now dragging along the concrete behind her on his back. . . .]
Matt: Um . . . excuse me. You're, like, dragging your dog.
Girl with Accessory Chihuahua: Oh. Thanks! [whips her wrist, and the poor dog spins out of his entanglement in midair, landing on his feet considerably dizzied and shivering] Bye! [walks away, holding end of leash high over her shoulder. . . .]