He wore the movie crew uniform - loose tee shirt and knee-busters. Sneakers big as a boat. "Just two minutes, please," he implored the crowd of us just disgorged from the morning metro. "We're filming a stunt. Thank you."
We pretended to grumble, we feigned annoyance, but let's be honest - watching a scene get filmed would be more of a kick than settling in to our cubicles. We weren't going to miss it.
Two minutes became four, seven, eight.... Then: Rolling!
An actor known only to his patents ran from the shopping center to a Beemer parked at the curb. He opened the door, yanked out the equally unknown driver, and sat in the driver's seat.
That was it. The crowd moved through a forest of lights and camera on the way to the action of our everyday lives.
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