A woman gets on the elevator and asks me if I’m ready for the holiday weekend.
“Absolutely,” I say. “I don’t need a lot of prep time for that.”
She looks me up and down, noting my shorts, t-shirt, and flip-flops with a mix of disdain and envy.
“Yeah, you look ready,” she says.
“Are you ready?”
“I work for a studio,” she says. “We don’t do vacation.”
She doesn’t say which studio she works for, but I know it’s not Warner Bros., because they do all the Vacation films.