My favourite L.A. Story

My favourite L.A. Story goes like this. On my first visit to LA, I enjoy the great tourist attractions that LA has to offer. Being a Canadian, I think about hockey. I called Ticketron and they said that the Calgary Flames are in town playing the Kings. I drive my way down, getting partially lost in Inglewood before finaly stumbling onto the Great Western Forum. There is a massive parking lot around this pretty blue cylindrical structure. How different from the boxy Montreal Forum I thought, where parking meant driving up on Mount Royal and sliding down to "la boite" in your boots.

Anyhow, I park my car, surreptitiously near a bunch of people milling about. One guy is wearing a St. Louis Blues jersey. Another a Habs jersey. I'm in the right place. But there aren't nearly enough cars around. And everyone is milling about.

"What's going on?" I ask someone.

"It's a movie shoot."

"What about the hockey game?" I ask.

"This is all the set. These people are actors. See that over there: that's Mr. Martin's car."

I look over quizically, "Who?"

"Steve Martin. Danny Glover. The movie's called 'Grand Canyon.' Do you want to be an extra?"

I ask, "Who are you?"

He responds, "I'm the director. Look here's Mr. Martin now."