I was to pick up the famous "Miami Vice" director and staff at SFO in the morning in a minibus. But Mr.Mann was very late. He finally arrived mid-afternoon, during the start of the "commute" crawl across the SF and Oakland Bay Bridges to Berkeley for location house inspections. Studios can pay big money to use your house.
Traffic was terrible. So I got in the slow lane. Most drivers in traffic don't notice this. I've driven bus truck limo for decades. Then I heard Mr.Mann tell his "1st A.D.", who told his "2nd A.D.", who wispered to his "3rd A.D.", who told his "4th A.D." that "Mr.Mann is in a hurry to get to Berkeley. Can't you drive faster? And get in the slow lane that is moving faster!?"
Yes, sir.
I was already in the slow lane.
Mr.Mann could have flown , late, into Oakland. And so it went, creeping in slow "commute" traffic. And listening to this A.D. chain "Mr.Mann is in a hurry, driver!
Can't you drive faster!?" No shoulder, or I might have driven illegally just to end it. You like being yelled at to do the impossible when the Director is very late? Me neither.
Lots of expensive beautiful houses all over the Berkeley and Kensington hills. One woman staff forgot her cellphone at one of the houses and I had to rush discreetly her back there, in a minibus , on those very narrow winding over-parked residential rich neighborhood streets with long driveways and garages, yet they car-clutter the narrow streets.
So , ugh, that's what it is like working on a famous movie shoot. Name's mud.
