Like so many low budget indie shoots in LA, we're shooting at night in a bar. And like most of the low budget indie shoots in LA that shoot at night in a bar, it's a working bar. Meaning Production either couldn't afford to or didn't bother to or for some other reason, couldn't shut down the bar for the night and get the place to ourselves. So imagine trying to carry expensive, heavy and awkward gear around in a dark, cramped space with a lot of (drunk and tipsy) people in it. Not very fun. This is another scenario where I'm glad I'm not a sound guy.
Anyway, so we're in this crowded bar, almost ready to shoot the first shot, when the Gaffer calls for a last minute light. One guy flies it in while I try to find him power (a generator is definitely out of the question in a working bar, so we're going solely off of house power). I plug a stinger into a wall outlet, run it neatly across the floor (the "floor" being a path between the tables only three feet wide) and plug the lamp in.
"No, no, NO!" screams the Gaffer, "You're putting the cable in the middle of the path to the bathroom. That's a high traffic area! Find some other place to plug it in!"
I look around, noticing that the only other available outlet that didn't require me crawling between the legs of patrons was even further and would still need to run across the path to the bathroom. "Um... I think we're going to have to cross it either way."
The Gaffer, suddenly filled with rage, points his finger in my face, looks me in the eye and goes, "You better watch your mouth there."
And while I stood there, not quite sure how to react to that, he looked around, unplugged the light from the wall, scooped up the stinger, and RAN IT INTO THE KITCHEN, not even bothering to tidy up the cable along the way.
So now we had a tangled, kinked up stinger running into the KITCHEN of a Bar & Grill in the middle of the place instead of neatly run in the back of the building by the bathrooms where I could have easily taped it down and made it safe.
Yeah. That's much better.