First reaction:

“What in the unholy fuck is this?”

Second reaction:

“Is the secretary here? No. Good. Is that the Second AC laughing his ass off in the parking lot? Yes. Damn”

I now have a knot right above my eye and I left a large forehead/cheek/hand print on the insanely crisp glass door. I can’t walk past it without grinning like an idiot, and the secretary keeps eyeballfucking me to figure out if my facial features match the ones blurring her only view to the outside world. I feel like all the other crew members are trying to figure out why my brow is swelling up, but I can’t bullshit an awesome story because of the stupid Second AC witnessing everything.

Also, I almost walked balls-first into a shortish metal pole while tweeting about the door.

I’m glad this is a one-day gig.