I don't know about dinner theatre disliking actors, but it kept me gainfully employed from 1974-1979 in my chosen profession as an actor. I also thought it a great training ground for learning how to get a show up slick and fast for an audience in ten days' time. It was a great boon to actors and even though some of the shows were schlock, it brought audiences into the theatre that had never been there before. It's pretty much extinct these days. I would love to see it revived, but I guess with other diverstissments to attract people like DVDs, videos, internet, its time has pretty much passed.
Other than the occasional traffic violation or knowingly speeding on the interstate (but you can go a hundred in some stretches of Arizona and New Mexico and even the cops will pass you by), I've never committed a crime to my knowledge.
Once at the news stand at Cahuenga and Hollywood, I had my wallet lifted out of my back pocket. I had my dog at the time, my Yorkshire Hotspur, with me. I immediately knew the wallet had been lifted and I wheeled, the guy was running across the street. I shouted at him to let everyone know he was a thief and kept shouting at him, as I raced across the street after him. The guys at the news stand held my dog for me (I walked him down there almost every day so they knew him). I chased the thief who was rather pudgy across a parking lot. He was getting winded, despite the fact that I was running in sandals and don't know how long I could have followed him. Anyway, breathless, he turned and threw my wallet back at me, yelling: "I'm no thief, man, I'm no thief!" I shouted back: "Oh...what else the Hell are you when you steal someone's wallet?" He had also lost his baseball hat in his flight and I had grabbed it. He wanted me to toss it back to him. I told him "no", I was going to give to the police (stupid, I know), but it bothered him. Anyway, I got my wallet back and he hadn't had a chance to take anything out of it. It wasn't the money I would have minded; it would have been the pain-in-the-ass trouble of having to replace credit cards and drivers licenses and crap like that.
My question for the day: Do you keep reading literature in your bathroom? Some titles, please...
Mine...a copy of the Odyssey, Paperweight, humourous essays by Stephen Fry; Uncle John's Bathroom Reader; The Food of Death - 51 Tales by Lord Dunsay; The Murderer's Who's Who; After the Funeral (what became of famous people's corpses); The Big Broadcast 1920-1950 (about old radio shows); Private Lives (capsule bios of famous historical figures); Minute Mysteries; Curious Customs; Legends and Tales of the American West; They Went Thattaway (how famous people died) by Malcolm Forbes; The Histories and Poems of Shakespeare (I was working my way through Shakespeare's sonnets)