Agents starving, not on purpose
Remember that gas explosion at CAA last week? An agency insider tells me, "Toby the chef has no more facial hair."
The explosion, as Radar pointed out, was in the first-floor kitchen. However, this one has nothing to do with what most of us understand as an office kitchen with its greasy toaster ovens and the manila-colored refrigerator with the door handle that keeps falling off. This one is a Kitchen, designed to fulfill the culinary whims and biddings of an entire agency. (Or in this case, Agency.) And so, when SoCal Gas screwed up and the ceiling went down and the walls went in, it meant something more than needing to trot up to the second floor if you wanted a toasted bagel.
It means, more than ever, that agents are having to eat in a mall.
I've previously wondered just where the hell these agents were supposed to dine when they were used to having all of Beverly Hills at their walking-distance disposal. However, it's worse than I'd imagined.