February 24, 1998
The premise: A young lady brings her car into SoCal Toyota with a problem. (The female actor is given the freedom to invent any problem or just a routine check-up.) The friendly associate offers assistance. (The male actor is allowed to come up with any type of assistance.) That's the scene.
My partner, Heddy, and I begin our little drama and she offers up a twelve-word intricate sounding problem, the gag being that even a chick can know something about cars. But I don't really get a chance to say anything and then she explains the problem in layman's terms, undermining her own gag, which is too bad because it could have been funny. I was going to play that I didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about. Didn't get the chance. Instead I told her the repair would take all day and we could give her a ride somewhere if she needed it. She said she did and I set about getting her personal information.
"Name?"
"Jill Smith."
"Oh, I knew a Jill Smith in college."
"Really? Where was college?"
(pause)"Harvard."
That gets a chuckle from the cameraman and the other gentleman in the room. Sometimes the truth can be funny. But Heddy is not about to be undone.
"Really? I went to Yale."
Another blurb of chuckling from our audience of two.
"Well, we're enemies."
And with a little smirky kind of chuckle, the cameraman brings the scene to a close. Hey, a little success! How about that? It helped a lot to have somebody else throwing stuff out there. Good ol' Heddy.
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