At today's audition, I was treated to an epic, Socratic dialogue between two actor degenerates involving "what's funny." I wanted to beat them both to death with the plastic chair I was sitting on.
To top it all off, one of them pulled out what I thought was the motherboard off of Deep Blue, but it turned out to be a cartoonishly big cellphone from which he had to remove a blast shield before using. Just at the peak of my fury, I was delighted to hear the following:
ASSHOLE: Hey, Debra? Yeah, it's Pete Assenfeffer. Listen, I'm a little tied up here at this callback, so I was wondering if I could swing by to your audition a little later. And you're located on 27th right? You know I'm bad with directions. (Jerk-style laugh followed by awkward silence) What? Oh...this is Pete. Assenfeffer. Pete, right.
That's right, baby. No one knows who you are. And that, my friend, is what's funny.
3 comments:
Actually, I think hitting him with the plastic chair would have been funnier.
Classic Assenfeffer.
That's when you say: 27th? Oooh, I was just over there. Nothing but blacks.
See what Assenfeffer say to that! I'm sure it'd be comic genius!
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