You know how whenever you go to the train station there’s that one hysterical person running through the station like a lunatic, bags flailing about wildly, screaming “EXCUSEMEEXCUSEMEEXCUSEME”?
This morning, that was me.
I am almost never even a minute late to anything, but there was an incident with the dry cleaner, followed by an incident with a taxi, followed by an incident at the bank…and I almost missed my train, which would have meant bad things for this afternoon’s shooting schedule.
But I made it!
