Invasion of the Movie People

It is odd to look out your window and suddenly see a surge of men coming down your driveway, as if a busload of protesters are coming to picket what type of tea I serve in the morning. Just as we were about to truly go "Whaaaaa...?" the entire surge of them turned and went into our neighbors yard instead of ours (there are only the two of us on the long drive). Turns out they are the Movie People - a while back, her house was scouted out for a film location and we'd almost forgotten about it. Now we watched bemused as hordes of Movie People scurried around her house like rats, climbing around her deck and garden, peering at the trees, standing in clumps in the yard waving their arms in animated fashion as they talked, measured things with their measuring wheel.

The elderly man next door came out and hung about his deck, looking stern and concerned, so I went to tell him what it was. "Oh, is that it? I just saw all these strange young men in her yard and thought I ought to come out and keep an eye on 'em." (Would have loved to see him go after them young whippersnappers).

Wonder what day they'll come do the real filming? I want to rubberneck and lollygag around to watch.