I got a call this afternoon from my cousin, a producer at Maury Povitch, saying they were doing a segment on a peeping tom, and they had to shoot a re-enactment of him in action, and could they use my apartment? Never one to impede the talk show arts, I readily agreed. They shot two women getting peeped on, and one had to let out a bloodcurdling scream as she sees the pervert. Luckily I told my landlords this was going on, although I think the entire block may have heard too. Not sure when my bedroom will be making it's television debut, but I'll let you know!