Yesterday, we shot overnight in a somewhat sketchy section of Brooklyn. Today, I was in charge of wrapping out the location – basically, babysitting while the electrics and grips gather their equipment from the previous night. It was raining, so I spent a lot of the day parked in my car.
At around 8 AM, this Hassidic Jewish guy showed up on the sidewalk and started smoking and pacing in circles while talking to himself. He’d light a cigarette, pace and mumble, put out the cigarette, then light another and pace and mumble some more. Over and over and over. 8 AM became 9 AM, 9 AM became 10 AM…I dozed off at one point and woke up 15 minutes later, and he was still there.
Then, at around 10:30, he comes over to my car and starts staring at me through the windshield with a weird, crazy look in his eyes. He looks like he wants to tell me something, and I lean forward to hear him.
Then, he takes his cigarette and puts it out on the hood of my car.
It was one of those surreal things you don’t expect to ever have to deal with in life: someone just put a cigarette out on the hood of my car. Should I be…annoyed? Angry? Ambivalent? Do I need to get out and confront him or something? I mean, it’s a rental…
Meanwhile, the guy continues to stare at me as he approaches my partially-opened window. He taps on the glass and says loudly “SORRY ABOUT THAT” with a sarcastic shrug. He went back and started smoking and pacing again.
He did not put out any more cigarettes on my car, and disappeared around 12.