Typical Day in the Neigborhood

So, recently I'm up at the old Rite Aid. Middle of the day, completely unextraordinary circumstance. But this is how we roll in Hollywood. There was a long line at checkout. Much to my personal, societal dismay, the folks decided to form one huge line, and disperse as each new checkout space opened. (While it IS fair, it completely gums up the works of the checkout area). Anyway, so this one beast of a line extended far down aisle 2, BUT, there was a big space between the front of the line and the cash registers.

All of a sudden, a sweating, middle-aged man was cutting the line (unknowingly), to buy himself a Gatorade or something to cool off from his jog. I look up and I'm like, "I know that dude. That's Schillinger from Oz!" Enraged, I got my dander up and said, "Yo Schillinger, man, that was f'd up what you did to Beecher! You don't tattoo a swastika on a man's ass! AND, you don't cut me in line when I've got arms full of cat litter! Now, back of the line before I go all Adibisi on you."

Well, maybe I'm exaggerating slightly, but I DID ask him to kindly respect the order of the line. My point being, sometimes it's hard to disassociate the actors from their characters, which I reckon is a testament to a job well done.