I had time today to pop over to a small coffee shop near the girls school. Dreams of fresh roasted coffee and a scone peppered my morning thoughts.
After getting them settled, off I went in search of a parking space and a cuppa joe.
As I pulled up the alley, I noticed blue flashing lights and police standing in the intersection. Looking toward main street, I saw clutter littering the street and wrecked, rusted cars with missing wheels in the middle of the road.
I continued around the town square and, after not finding a place to park, asked a policeman where I could park to get coffee. He directed me to a shady spot 3 blocks over.
Eh, ok. Not a biggie. I gathered my items and started walking.
As I approached the coffee shop, an older lady sidled over near me and hissed,"They're filming The Walking Dead." She was into it.
I purchased my coffee, corrected school papers, and sat enjoying the quiet. Before long, my curiosity got the better of me and outside I went to stand in the sun waiting to see something.
It was absolutely fun to see the work that goes into shooting a television show. The transformation to the small town was remarkable. But as for watching an actual scene being shot, nada. I started to feel really bad for the actors who had to stand in the sun waiting for their turn to look scary.
I eventually left to drive back to the school and was happy I was able to get my coffee and glad I'm not an actor.
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