One of the things about working downtown LA is rats. Big, fat, sassy rats who aren’t afraid of you, chump.
Tonight, I left my light* for a few minutes to pee and make a sandwich (not simultaneously). When I came back, I saw a really big rat.
A really big rat perched on the arm of my camp chair (with nifty built-in cupholder), daintily sipping my coffee (I still can’t figure out how he got the plastic lid off the cup).
In case you were wondering, flapping your hands and yelling “Shoo!” does not frighten rats in downtown Los Angeles – in fact, it barely makes them look up from their coffee.
I had to lure him off my chair with part of my sandwich.
We’re in the same set-up tomorrow night. I’m going to load up a cup with sugar and milk, hunker down and wait – hopefully I can get a picture of the Really Big Coffee Sipping Rat.
Hey, it beats reading a hand-me-down issue of InStyle over and over. Once I learn which color is the new black, I kind of lose interest.
*When a gaffer places lights on top of buildings or in other hard to reach places, he (or she) usually wants to keep a guy next to the lamp all night – just in case. While this may seem excessive, it’s better than telling him (or her) that it will take 20 minutes to get someone across the street and up onto the roof to move said light 12 inches to the left.