My trip to Price is Right.
We needed 20 people to go as a group.19 of us showed up. We needed one more or else we won’t be able go.
Rob comes to the rescue.
We arrived and everyone gets a number. Mine was 110 which is lucky because that is the number of follicles on my hand of fury.
We waited and practiced pricing things- like a CSI t- shirt and "dolla" glasses.
Finally we got our name- tags… it is hand written.
They interviewed us and we had an elaborate fool- proof plan to get me picked. The story was that I came from China andI learned English from Price is Right and my first words were “Come on down!" and that I was Asian.
I didn’t do it because my first words were milk and I thought that would be disrespectful to cows but I’m not even a diary fan. How Ironic.
We went inside 5 hours later. It was surprisingly small- even if you knew it was gonna be small because it’s TV- it’s still surprisingly small.
The taping was quick and efficient- boom boom boom. Bob Barker was so nice. He did the Happy Gilmore line just for us.
Allen won a car, a daybed and a lifetime supply of respect.
THE END
posted by Angel @ 1:13 PM
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