Every now and again a local ad agency uses my home to shoot ad material. The first time they did it was for a commercial about Meth use. This time, I wasn’t sure it would entail, but they informed me it was for a power company.
Being that I can’t afford to sit around eating bon bons and waiting for film and photography crews to arrive at my house, I went to work until I knew for sure they were there. I drove home to find three gentleman sitting on my stoop and several pieces of lighting equipment in place and ready to go.
I let them in the house then retreated to the back bedroom to work. I stepped out momentarily to observe the ‘talent’ standing in the corner of my dining room, next to my 1950s radio, wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and holding a loaded caulk gun. “How do you like our caulk hero?” the producer asked. “Nice,” I replied and retreated to the bedroom.
As I worked, I overheard the photographer and the producer directing the talent, “Any chance you could be a little less caulky?” “More smile, less caulk.” “Move the caulk a little to the right.” “Hold it up a little. Perfect!”
I decided overhearing the comments and making my own decisions about what was really happening in the front of my house was far more entertaining than what was probably really taking place. It’s not every day that Caulk Hero makes a house call.