I was almost a serial killer. Walking into my Dad's agent's office, a casting director there said "go back the the door and walk back to me". I did this three times. He then asked what sized shoe I take. I said twelve. ". Can you fit into a ten"? Seems the killer was identified by a very special pair of boots...that I couldn't fit into. Needless to say I didn't get the part. I could walk the walk but I couldn't fit the boot!
