A few weeks back, my daughter and I decided to escape the Valley for a few hours in the dark at the ArcLight Theater in Hollywood; unfortunately, we left ourselves little time for the jammed 101 freeway, Friday night Hollywood Bowl traffic and other Los Angeles time consumers - such as the egomaniacs who drive on the wrong side of Cahuenga, by-passing us plebians patiently waiting in traffic, to be let in by a "nice" accommodating motorist up ahead. Watching an I'm-more-important-than-everyone-else Porche-driver allowed into the traffic caused me to rant about how sometimes courtesies are inappropriately given to the wrong people...such as this Porche-driver...leaving those of us who played by the rules to get pushed back.
What does this have to do with Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher? Well, when we arrived ten minutes late for our movie (which we already purchased tickets for online) at the ArcLight parking structure and dashed to the 6th level parking lot elevator, Demi, Ashton and her three kids were waiting. It was one of those awkward Hollywood moments. Demi's oldest daughter looked at us with a guarded "How are these people going to react?" expression, and then as my daughter and I piled into the elevator with the Demi-Ashton clan - they stood on one-side and us on the other, I looked at Ashton, then at Demi, and they back at me with those "Yep, it's us" acknowledgement grins. My daughter leaned back against the elevator wall trying to act so nonchalant I thought she might yawn. Just as Demi (looking beautiful by the way, even without any makeup and buried under a baseball cap) pushed the elevator button, a guy and girl in their twenties ran in before the doors could close. That's when it got uncomfortable.
The guy began referring to some incident on Ashton's show "Punk'd" and whooping it up with "Whoo hooo"s and "Don't know how you did that one!" and Ashton smiled and laughed - even did a little sparring, boxer type dance with the guy (probably in reference to something on "Punk'd). Meanwhile, the guy's girlfriend just stared and giggled.
When the elevator opened, my daughter and I planned on running toward the theater, since we were now about fifteen minutes late - but we couldn't. The couple, wearing their "We're in the presence of stars" glazed expressions, blocked our exit. The guy, about six feet tall and wide, gallantly opened his arms so that Ashton, Demi and her kids could get out first, leaving my daughter and me unable to flee. I pleaded "Excuse me!" as loud as possible, and tried to get around the big guy's arm span, but it was no use; we were practically pinned to the wall so that Demi and Ashton could leave the elevator in safety...without worry of mixing with riff-raff such as us.
As soon as we could, my daughter and I made our escape. I ran past the guy and girl, glanced back at their silly, smiling Demi-Ashton haze glazed expressions and yelled, "Thanks! Thanks for being so nice to the celebrities and treating us like crap!" Then I ran past the Demi-Ashton clan in a blur, with my daughter yelling to me "Your pants are falling down!"
The evening caused me to reflect on this thought: It's wonderful to be kind to people, but crappy when it's at the expense of others.
*I did not take the photo.