You got a dirty mind, mister. Or lady. It's a new era of dirtiness.
Anyaway, my sister -- the California model turned actress -- who got her SAG card a bit back, got asked by a company who she won a beauty contest for, if she would be willing to go to Egypt for an event. Oddly enough, they were having trouble finding young models to go there. Go figure.
No pay, but they paid her way, food, and accomidations, and promised her security so she wouldn't end up disappearing and turning up later with a burka on her head in some big fat sultan's castle where they eat sand all day.
She's come back with a fun, but scary story.
Things were going okay, she did the shoots and proceeded unmolested and un-burkaed, and the man there keeping her and others safe, was having no troubles.
Then, she disappeared from the line at the airport and he couldn't find her for a long while, when trying to get home.
She was yanked from line by Egypt police -- I guess 'cause she looked like one of those [HEAVY SARCASM]evil female models that flew planes into the Egpyt twin towers[/HEAVY SARCASM] -- those crafty, photogenic girls are evil I tell's'ya.
They started going threw her stuff, asking her what she had been doing in the country, and shuffling pictures from the shoot, asking her if she had taken any pictures of camels. Appearently, you can't take free pictures of camels -- you have to pay to photograph a dirty, stinking, sand-covered camel. They were even checking the pictures out to see if they recognize areas where camels might be (anywhere there's not a home or street, right?) and asking her where she'd been.
She knew she could get in serious trouble -- you can be plucked away and disappear over there -- regardless of whether you are with the police -- so she started telling these long, involved stories about her photos and the shoots and what not, trying to stretch out time hoping she'd be found or let go.
Finally, the guy found out where she was, got her out of there and told her to stop speaking to them. They were getting pissed off hearing her long boring stories anyway, it turns out (I guess it didn't involve sand or illegal camel photographing enough).
She's home, safe, and un-molested by camels, police, or big fat sultans. Also, she has some nice illegal camel photos.
Anyaway, my sister -- the California model turned actress -- who got her SAG card a bit back, got asked by a company who she won a beauty contest for, if she would be willing to go to Egypt for an event. Oddly enough, they were having trouble finding young models to go there. Go figure.
No pay, but they paid her way, food, and accomidations, and promised her security so she wouldn't end up disappearing and turning up later with a burka on her head in some big fat sultan's castle where they eat sand all day.
She's come back with a fun, but scary story.
Things were going okay, she did the shoots and proceeded unmolested and un-burkaed, and the man there keeping her and others safe, was having no troubles.
Then, she disappeared from the line at the airport and he couldn't find her for a long while, when trying to get home.
She was yanked from line by Egypt police -- I guess 'cause she looked like one of those [HEAVY SARCASM]evil female models that flew planes into the Egpyt twin towers[/HEAVY SARCASM] -- those crafty, photogenic girls are evil I tell's'ya.
They started going threw her stuff, asking her what she had been doing in the country, and shuffling pictures from the shoot, asking her if she had taken any pictures of camels. Appearently, you can't take free pictures of camels -- you have to pay to photograph a dirty, stinking, sand-covered camel. They were even checking the pictures out to see if they recognize areas where camels might be (anywhere there's not a home or street, right?) and asking her where she'd been.
She knew she could get in serious trouble -- you can be plucked away and disappear over there -- regardless of whether you are with the police -- so she started telling these long, involved stories about her photos and the shoots and what not, trying to stretch out time hoping she'd be found or let go.
Finally, the guy found out where she was, got her out of there and told her to stop speaking to them. They were getting pissed off hearing her long boring stories anyway, it turns out (I guess it didn't involve sand or illegal camel photographing enough).
She's home, safe, and un-molested by camels, police, or big fat sultans. Also, she has some nice illegal camel photos.
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