Only in L.A.

Here's an Only in L.A. kind of story.
I'm in the elevator this morning going to my floor at the NBC bureau in Burbank, and a woman steps into the elevator with a cage with a tablecloth over it. It looks like something's moving in the cage, so I say "Is that a cat in that cage?"
"No, it's a rat," she says.
"That's a big-ass rat," I say.
"It's a sewer rat."
"Okay."
"It's for Fear Factor's 100th Episode. We're going to put it in a front of a green screen and do some effects with it, then we're going to put it in a blender and make the contestants drink it."
There's an uncomfortable silence in the elevator as I and the other 3 people wait to see if the woman is going to crack a smile - hoping that she's kidding.
She's not.
"I saw the taping of the rehearsal, and I almost dry heaved when they stuck that rat in the blender."
The woman next to me in the elevator looks like she's about to dry heave right now.
"Who comes up with this sick stuff?" asks one of the other men in the elevator.
"Actually I do", says the 3rd man in the elevator. You have to be careful about criticizing movies and TV in L.A. because you never know who is standing next to you.
Another uncomfortable silence in the elevator.
Elevator dings and the door opens - the woman with the rat and the producer with the sick ideas step out of the elevator.
"I wasn't about to apologize for my comment," says the 2nd guy in the elevator.
Elevator dings and the door opens on the next floor and as the other woman gets out she says, "I'm gonna go throw up."
Sewer Rat Shakes - just another day in L.A.