Last night I worked late videotaping a performance of the touring Air Force show group,
Tops in Blue.I got to the local Triple-A ball club stadium at 6 and got shots of the final preparations and sound checks, then had a Polish Sausage for dinner. It was hot out, and I helped myself to the bottled water for the performers and crew.
At 7 they opened the gates and admitted the public. It was a free show, but not well marketed. If you're in the Air Force, all you have to do is SAY 'Tops in Blue' and your work is done, but Joe & Betty Sixpack don't know from Adam. Needless to say, turnout was light and those that showed up just needed to see the words 'Tops in Blue' on one of the lightly distributed posters, to know it was a worthwhile way to spend an evening.
The show started, and I got cuts of the performers, then started collecting my audience reaction shots.
Remember the water I consumed? My [EMPTY BLADDER] light went off. Normally not a biggie, but I'm holding a $22,000.00 broadcast ENG videocamera. For times the cost of my car, or worth 1 SRS with Dr. Toby Meltzer. It weighs only 25 pounds. And it has a handle on top. I'm NOT leaving it somewhere unattended.
I felt very self-conscious heading into the restroom. A group of giggling high school girls STOPPED when they saw that camera, even though I had it pointed down at the floor. I quickly found a vacant stall, and placed the camera so the lens hood was up against the wall.
I went to wash my hands, and a 4-year-old girl narc'ed me off to her mother with "Mommy, what's that that lady has?"
At the same time, I had to be amused by the surrealness of this.
Well, the camera's one of my tools. I guess I have to expect this situation to occur again.

Karen