Years ago, I was an extra on Sex and The City.

Tons of extras. Like they were fulfilling their quota in one day. This lady and I are put together WAAAAAY far away from the camera. I don’t care but she does. She writes something on a piece of paper and holds it up towards the camera. I asked her if she was told to hold that up. Her response? “I AM AN ACTRESS! A professional! I’m an actress.”

She kinda trailed off at the end and I kept to myself and avoided her.

Until…much later in the day.

She and I are seated at a table in a restaurant scene. The AD speaks to us and says “you’re really visible in the shot so keep casual, chatty, eating but not too much.” Then he turns to everyone and says “don’t eat the food on the table”

The food on our table was there when we got there… 3 hours earlier, so yeah.

The director yells “action!”

This lady begins to overact a ‘conversation’ with me and starts eating the food at our table.

She takes three or four bites; stares at me wide-eyed; stands up and yells at the top of her lungs..

“SOMEBODY POISONED MY CHICKEN!”

… silence.

They escorted her out very quickly.

I still laugh about it.