The decision to cancel Thursday night Heart-A-Rama auditions has the bones of a fun skit. Producers on one side of the fence, heels dug in to cancel, and the ever optimistic co-chairs on the other side of the fence, heels also firmly dug in, convinced that the snow would stop. A flurry of phone calls, a couple good natured threats, bargaining, quivering lips...oh my.
Then finally, the voice of reason....safety first.
The wisdom of the decision was validated when co-producer, Brad headed home on curvy Michigan Ave. It wasn't long before he phoned his fellow producer informing her that he was stuck.
"I'll come get you."
"No, you'll get stuck, too. Call me some police.
"They won't help. That's not their job."
"Call me some city workers."
"They won't come. That's not their job."
"County?"
"Nope. Look, you're about three blocks from my house. Get out of the car. Walk up the hill. I'll give you my garage opener code and you can stay there until I get home and we'll figure something out from there."
"I don't like your dog. I guess I have to get towed but I don't know who to call. Can you just call someone for me?
"OK, but you better give me your phone number in case they want to contact you."
"I don't know it."
"What do you mean you don't know it?"
"I don't know it. Get off my back."
"So call me back, I'll watch caller ID and tell you what your number is."
Done. Wrecker called?
Thirty minutes later, Brad phoned to say he was safe at home. Three additional vehicles had gotten stranded on Michigan Avenue along with him, but Brad opted to not call a wrecker.
"What did you do?"
"I put the car in reverse and backed down from the crest of the hill all the way to North 23rd Street. Then I took an alternate route home."
"What about the other cars stuck on Michigan?"
"I crossed my fingers that I woulnd't hit them. And I didn't."
See you Sunday at 1:00 for auditions
at the Capitol Civic Centre.
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