[includes all her female friends - Heidi, f!Claire, Charlie, Cathy, Trance, Buffy, Dawn, Elaine, Lavender, and ANYONE I FORGOT, just poke me!]Today while out shopping I was offered a job in a movie. Respectable looking, as far as suited men go. When I asked about this project, as I have to say, being offered a job randomly in a store didn't exactly bode well for legitimacy (I won't say people haven't become famous that way, as they have, but it's rare), he explained it was a sequel to an 80s movie called
Labyrinth.
At that point, he at least had my attention. He goes on, with more flattery than could have been genuine, to ask me if I knew I looked just like the character would as an adult. To my credit, I didn't laugh right then, just asked him a few details about the plot. The plot of this movie left a lot to be desired and it was then I realized he had just offered me a job in an adult film.
The title?
Going Down in the Underground. Oh, yes. I am not making this up, I swear. So, things I have learned today:
1. There is a market for adult films about a 80s movie with a teenage girl in it.
2. I'm now vaguely wary of a portion of the male population in this reality, see above for the reason.
3. It is possible to feel like you've broken a rib just from laughing.
4. I couldn't have kept this to myself if I'd tried.
5. What mental scarring feels like.