Whenever the young kids on the street where I grew up in New York were making a ruckus, my mom always referred to them as the “midgets.” I thought about this yesterday, in a casting office on the west side, as I waited alongside a bevy of them for an audition.The office was divided into several rooms featuring a few different auditions, including one that called for irate drill sergeants. The casting director must have instructed the sergeants to play loose with the language, and that, coupled with the place’s thin walls meant some priceless looks on the faces of all the Hollywood moms.
To say there was an epic amount of cursing would be a compliment to the “Iliad.” Best Monday ever.
