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:I have never felt so unsafe in this park as I did…
How much time do you have? I’ll try to make this concise. We have a team that moves plywood in front of the lift as it rolls around the park (otherwise it tears up the ground). The team is mostly young women (me, the two house managers, the sound engineer, the ASM, and the M.E.), plus two soft-spoken guys (lift op and deck supervisor). We stayed after tonight to changeover the lights for tomorrow’s show and as we were refilling the lift with gas, we heard a man shouting over at us from the tennis courts. He wasn’t making sense and we all ignored him. Suddenly, he was there by the lift (in flip-flops, with his dog) as we were trying to move plywood again. He was asking questions about Shakespeare and tech and actors (and questions that didn’t make sense at all, he was messed up). We had to be careful about where he was in relation to the lift so we didn’t run him or his dog over, but he was harmless (just annoying).
Then he started asking our deck supervisor (”E”) which one of us (the girls) he would “have.” E shut him down, saying, ”C’mon man, we’re trying to work, leave us alone.” But the man wasn’t having it. He kept asking, persisting with more (and worse) questions about us while we continued to work. At this point, it was just E, the girls, and this man (and his dog) on the ground (our male lift-op was up in the air/truss). It was at this point that we noticed another man had come down into our end of the house to watch us (us, the girls, not the lift or truss work), and another man was standing at the top of the sidewalk, blocking it. We decided to get out of there, but the first man was standing in the way of the lift, so we asked him repeatedly to move. He kept asking his sometimes-creepy sometimes-nonsensical questions. I finally interrupted our soft-spoken E and told the man that it was a safety issue, that he and his dog had to back up by the trash can up the hill so we could get our work done safely. He laughed, started talking/rambling about life being short, and I said, “Sir, life is gonna be a lot shorter if you get hit by this lift.” He then asked sharply how old I was, and I said that I was old enough and that that’s all he needed to know. He said, “Listen, my girlfriend is the whitest bitch…” and that’s all I listened to before putting my hands up to cut him off and demanding that he clear off the premises. I threatened to call the police (their substation is located on park grounds), and he looked down and started mumbling stuff, but looked like he was going to leave. Then he got in my face and said, “Call them motherfuckers, bitch!” I walked away, pulling out my phone as E stepped between us. By the time I had the phone number on my screen, the man was gone. We parked the lift and got out of the park, asking a nearby cop to patrol the area to make sure the guy didn’t do any damage to our equipment in retaliation.
I thought that was it, but then our M.E. returned to the park by herself to get her laptop from the booth (located far from the incident location and close to the parking lot). The man popped out and starting saying nasty things to her, and she pointed to a nearby (vacant) cop car and told him the police were looking for him. He left quickly and she stayed on the phone until she got back to her car.
This is our second night of having the full plywood-team on duty, and it just so happens that the team is mostly female and thus presents a huge target to all of the park weirdos (who are already attracted by the interesting work going on with the lift). I am angry and a little freaked out and I do not want to go back tomorrow night. I’d rather deal with a torn up ground than risk anyone’s safety over midnight plywood duty.