It’s All Part of the Job
I work for a news station. We were shooting a news promo at our house, which I mentioned to my wife the night before and she was cool with it. We used to shoot stuff there because I have a pool and it is close to the TV station.
The next day, we all showed up to shoot it and my wife’s out shopping or at an apartment; I can’t recall exactly which one it was. It really couldn’t have gotten more awkward. So the promo is two ladies schedule the pool boy to come by. One says, “It’s gonna rain, why’d you schedule him today?”
The other says, “Just wait…” It starts raining and the pool guy takes off his shirt and he’s kinda muscly with a wet T-shirt kinda vibe, and the ladies smile at each other and clink their coffee cups together. It was a promo for the accuracy of our meteorologist.
My wife and mom come in the backyard returning from shopping to see me and the two other guys shooting this. I’ve got the hose spraying it up in the air wetting him down and the other guy is walking around shooting him, saying, “Aww yeah, now flex some more!”
He’s taking his shirt off, flexing, kissing his biceps, doing over-the-top stuff like that. I turn around and my wife and mother have just walked through the gate and are looking at us open-mouthed.
They both just shake their heads and walk inside. I’m literally, “It’s not what it looks like!” Story credit: Reddit / raywilsonart