<human>: Can you give me the gist of the text in a nutshell?

I work in a building on a pretty busy street in the middle of NYC. In recent months, one specific TV show has taken up filming on our street a couple times a month, two or three days a week. It's fucking annoying. The entire street is basically blocked off save for one tiny area that cars can squeeze through, with the rest being taken up by trailers and electrical trucks. Half the time I have to walk all the way around the block in order to get into my building, because I get halfway down the street before a PA tells me "Nope, can't go down this way." When it's 19 degrees out, an extra four or five minutes outside is A BIG DEAL. The crew are uniformly dicks (speaking as someone who's worked in production, I know dickishness from professionalism), the trailers are huge, and it's just horrible.

Let me reiterate: this happens between five and ten times *each month*.

So. Lunchtime the other day. Nothing in our building cafeteria really appealed to me that day (lentil soup and shrimp wraps? come *on*, I just want a breakfast sandwich or something), so I decided to run out to a deli down the street. Except - oh, wait. The entire street has become a holding area for the crew of this damn show. A PA yells at me to cross the street. So I sigh, and I do, and I start navigating through the mess...

... and then I notice the catering truck set up just a few trailers away. And what with my nondescript black winter jacket and my naturally brusque manner, nobody blinked twice when I strode up to crafty and asked what was for lunch. Chili! Sure, I'd love chili. And then I took my chili back to the office, sat at my desk, and ate it. And it was damn good.

I may never pay for lunch when they're filming out there again.
<bot>: TV show constantly takes over my work street to film; I scam their craft service truck out of a bowl of chili.