Today after recording Dinosaur Train, I went to Spinnaker Sound in White Rock to do a commercial for Panago Pizza. Had a lovely time trying absurd things with the text, at the end of which, actor Brendan Beiser arrived to do his bit and tag lines. We had a brief laugh and then I grabbed my purse and keys off the scoochie leather couch and fled back to Vancouver for a 2pm session of "Rated A for Awesome."
By the time I got there I had all of nine minutes for lunch. I went into the Bean Around the World on Cordova and ordered an espresso. They always have the horoscope taped to the cash register in there. So I read mine. I paraphrase: "Expect the unexpected. Communications breakdowns at work. Computer crashes, glitches, faux pas."
I had a little chuckle. I'd had a great day. I looked at the picture of Georgia Nicholls, astrologer, and thought to myself: WRONG!
Then I sat down with my coffee and had a look at my iPhone. Message from agent Ralph: Brendan Beiser was still in White Rock. He was missing his keys. Wondered if I might have taken them. I open my purse. It's dizzying. It's really a whole other dimesion in there. But there were keys on top. Not my own.
I had 2 minutes to be at work. I had unconsciously purloined Beiser's keys.
Oh. My. Sleepy. God.
I fly into Dick and Roger's Sound Studios and Roger, my old bean, my favourite pair of eyebrows, my support hose, offers to help, using his courier company. But the courier can't get there as immediately . It turns out Colin Murdoch, fellow actor, is going to White Rock after his session( 20 mins) to see his old mum.
What is the ettiquette for stranding an actor four hours in White Rock? My mind went doo-lally.
I had a pen hovering over a check. Brian Drummond, fellow actor, said: "Is that a check? Tabitha. That's just creepy." So I wrote a note and took all the actual money out of my wallet to send with Colin. He wouldn't take it. All my fellow actors went: "Tabitha! That's creepy!"
So, for his inconvenience, Beiser ended up with a bag of chocolate chip cookies, which I happened to have. Unless Colin deeked and took them to him mum.
Later: talked to Beiser, finally. He told me what he felt about the whole thing and let it go. Then he told me what a good actor he thought I was! Wow! A nicer guy to strand for four hours, you couldn't find.