I got a phone call this morning from a grip friend.

"Hey, where are you? I can see your building from here. Are you near a window?"

"No, very few offices here have windows that work. The windows you see from the outside are covered by wallboard on the inside. What are you doing downtown?"

"Well, we just blew out a plate glass window. I had to run a power line 200' around a building to run a special effects fan so the glass looks good. Pain in the ass."

"Having fun?"

"People downtown are all nasty. The natives are restless and grumbling."

"Working a commercial?"

"Yeah, hey wait, they are going to blow up the window again."

A shattering sound is heard.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, but through the phone, not through a window. I don't even hear it when the police detonate luggage outside. I'm in a bunker."

"You need to get out more. This Sharapova chick we're working with is pretty hot."

"Who's the commercial for?"

"Canon, I think. Gotta run, looks like we're moving down the street to blow up something else."

"Enjoy!"