Then your ass starts ringing.
Oh, wait. That's not your ass.
It's the your cell-phone.
You reach into the back of your undies, whip it out, and press the talk button.
"Hi, I'm Brad," you say.
<<Hey, Brad... It's me, Webster.>>
"Web! Great to hear from you, l'il dude!"
<<Cool.
Look, uh, I'm in Boston on Friday shooting an ad for Barq's root beer,
can I count on you for some help?>>
Woah.
Web wants you to help him with his root beer ad!
"Yeah, man. Definitely. I'm there."
<<Cool. Thanks, Brad. Pick me up at 9:35 that morning at Logan. I'm on TWA.>>
"Not a problem, Web," you tell him.
<<Later, Brad,>> says Webster.
"Yeah, later," you say, and you both hang up.
Wow.
...
In the intervening days, you tell everybody about the call from Webster and how you're gonna be in an ad for Barq's root beer.
"Sure, Brad," says Paula. "And I'm gonna be a psychic friend with Billy Dee Williams..."
"That's great Brad, now could you maybe leave the store?" says Buddy up at Christy's.
"Whateva," says Becky.
"Who's Webster?" ask Sarah and Katie.
"Is he gonna be naked?" asks Anna.
"That's great news!" says Merv excitedly.
Merv rules.
You and Merv think up some good ideas for the ad, and practice them at his place.
Merv pretends to be the camera man as you stand in front of him and practice lines:
"Hi, it's me Brad. Drink this root beer."
"OK, OK, pretty good," says Merv. "But remember you're sharing the spotlight with Webster."
"You're right," you say.
You try again...
"Hi, it's me Brad. And that's Webster. Drink this root beer."
"Pretty good," says Merv. "Looking pretty good."
...
Finally Friday morning rolls around.
But you were
up so late practicing with Merv that you oversleep! You wanted to
get to the airport at the crack of dawn, but now it's already 8 AM!