I imagine it must be tough to be a supporting actor to a dog or horse in a movie. Yesterday, I was forced to be a supporting actor to a sausage that was in a gloriously sharp and lit foreground while I was sucking my thumb in a dim, soft-focus background.
The lady at my sausage commercial dress fitting thing looks at my crew-neck shirt, tells the other production team members maybe I’d be better off in a V-neck shirt so she comes over to me, pulls my crew-neck down a couple inches to get an idea of the potential V-neck look on me and comes face to face with a thick chestful of masculine vegetation that is dying to get a TV commercial credit. Her eyes can’t hold back the shock, she looks back at the other members of the production and team and struggles to verbalize her thoughts, “Oooo, yah, I think it’s uh, there’s probably too much, uhmm, I think we would have to take care of, uhhh…there’s a lot hair here. Maybe we should stick with the crew-neck.” This was followed by four crew members furiously nodding in agreement.