I was standing there, as stand-ins tend to do, pretending to be Chris Evans, running lines and blocking with a woman pretending to be Scarlett Johansson.  The cameraman trained his lens to our positioning; The Nanny Diaries lighting crew adjusted bulbs and shades from every conceivable angle.  While pantomiming an exchange of roses, the assistant director called out over his walkie, "Let's get Dave some stunt flowers." 

Stunt flowers.  You know the union situation is out of control when even the flowers have stand-ins.  Who, incidentally, do their own stunts.  You know, in case the script calls for the flowers to narrowly avoid a missile attack, catch on fire, jump from fifteen story building, land in a hotel pool, and then emerge from the water to flight a horde of sword-swinging ninjas and their combat trained shibu inus.

On a side note, for those of you who secretly desire the chance to woo Scarlett: based on the one song that she sang over and over and over, I have a sneaking suspicion that she likes piña coladas and getting caught in the rain.  Or maybe she just likes to sing.  The same song.  Over and over and over.  Poor girl's iPod must have gotten stuck on repeat.