This is NOT Betty White

Hmmm. This just doesn't look right. It's the correct address I was given for the shoot. But this is a house not a school. And there are no other cars. Hmmm...let me pull all the way to the back of the driveway. Nope. This is not right. I'll just sit here at the end of the drive by the road and call my contact. Great! No answer. Well. Let me just pull up my email and check...yep...it's the address I was given. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. In my rear view mirror, I see an old woman in her bathrobe and curls approaching the car. Oh, she looks nice. I'm thinking she's going be like a curler and bathrobe clad Betty White.

"Are you having a problem?" 
Oh good. She IS like Betty White. She's going to help me figure this out. 

"I'm so sorry ma'am. I was given this address for a film shoot today but it doesn't look like anyone else is here yet."

"Well, there sure as hell better not be anyone coming to film here! This is my house!"
Whoops, I guess not.

"I'm so sorry to bother you. Maybe there's another street with the same name? I just called to make sure and left a message."

"This is NOT public property!"
NOT Betty White. This is NOT a nice Betty White.


"Again, I am so sorry, I'm going to just head down the street."

"Well?! What are you still doing here? I told you this isn't public property!"
Jeezaloo. OK! I'm going! I'm wondering if she has a shotgun hidden under that bathrobe. This is the real life Maxine, curlers and all! 















"Well, what are you still doing here?"