One really oddly specific realization I made a few years ago.

First, they were filming The Last Of Us (season 1) in my city for a few days, on the street behind mine - the street was closed off to keep the crowds out and from the crowds making noise, but they couldn’t close my alley that lead into the street (through a parking lot) because it was the only way for cars in some of the buildings to leave. So the alley remained open and the parking lot connecting it to the filming location was open because they were going to have shots take place on it.

So it meant that while crowds were forming around both sides of the block trying to see into this street, I happened to notice that my back alley and the lot connecting it to the filming location were wide open, with only some lighting people and production assistants there. Since they couldn’t not let me be there in my own alley, I asked if I could stand quietly on the sidelines and watch the production because that interests me, and maybe I could get a glimpse of a dreamy Pedro Pascal (they said sure and I stood in the alley and moved when they had to film it).

Now unrelated, but a a year earlier, my spouse and I used a real estate agent to look for condos in the area, but A) didn’t like anything and B) didn’t like how pushy this agent was - she was loud and manipulative and kept trying to convince me that I liked something when I didn’t. We ended up ditching her and doing a private sale to buy the condo. She, in an email, called my husband “a man of no integrity” because she was pissy we didn’t earn her an easy commission I guess.

So the strangest moment of my life was standing in the alley nearly alone, when Ana Torv, Bella Ramsay, and Pedro Pascal start walking towards me and stop 10 feet away in the parking lot. They’re chatting and preparing to shoot a now-cut scene of them emerging from the parking lot onto the destroyed street. I just look like a production assistant because I’m the only onlooker there and am a little starstruck and just watching, when our attempted real estate agent, who has an office on my street and has no idea that filming is happening, or cares, walks through the alley screaming on her phone in the most loud and obnoxious voice. I just remember looking over and thinking “oh god, that stupid awful bitch is disturbing the filming” and when I turned back, Pedro Pascal was looking annoyed at her too because she was the loudest thing on set without knowing she was a disturbance.

Long story short, the strangest sentence I can truthfully construct is “Pedro Pascal and I were both pissed at my former real estate agent at the same time”