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The third time was also at the theater. I was backstage, and the star (a primadonna, about 5’8″, blond, big blue eyes, early 20’s, about 130lbs.) was rushing along a black border curtain to go change costumes. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her.
As she came clicking along in her heels, I tried to reach under the curtain (it hung about an inch above the floor) to grab her ankle as she passed on the other side, to frighten her. But I misjudged in the darkness and reached to low. Her heel came down squarely on the center of my index finger and rolled right off. Gorry, it hurt VERY much, the pain shot straight up my arm.
And get this – she didn’t even break stride. Just clip clop clip clop right on along. Good thing she’d just finished the act, leaving the audience applauding. Because of all the clapping, no one heard her barking at anyone in earshot “Damn stage crew! Can’t they keep their shit out of our fucking way?! I almost just tripped on one of the goddamned cords!”
They also didn’t hear me yelp, curse, and suck my finger. I’d do it again, though. Over and over.