... the director tells me they've got to set up for a while, and I should just relax while I wait, and, oh why not grab yourself a donut out of that innocent little cabinet over there.
So I reach in to enjoy some doughy goodness and ZAP! I get blasted with a damn lightening bolt. The crew is cracking up, and the director, through his jackass smirk, tells me I'm all done _ they just got the shot.
So I ask him what the heck he thinks he's doing, and he tells me _ get this _ he wanted to spring it on me so they could "capture the image of genuine surprise and alarm."
I thought about explaining to him that I'm a pro and had made my damn living by selling surprise and alarm, but my temper got the better of me and I decided to capture my own genuine image of surprise and alarm by kicking him in the goodies.
Most satisfying lawsuit I've ever been served.
Oh my god! 
