. . .need more proof that I’m huge ball of ass, let me let you gnaw on this one.
I was directing a live shoot that had about five minutes to air when one of the guests rushes up to me urgently. He says it as quietly as possible,
“I think I’ve really got to take a shit.”
“Well, we sure wouldn’t want to see you Roker yourself so. . .”
The crew around me, only hearing one side of the conversation (mine), quickly deduces not only what I’m talking about but who I’m talking to. He becomes even more uncomfortable than when he first spoke to me.
You wouldn’t believe how often I find that happens around me.