My niece is sick. Nothing too serious, just a miserable cold and sore throat. My sister claims her boss is more of a jerk than mine. I very much doubt that, but since she was afraid to call in absent after the slew of holiday vacation time we all "enjoyed" (extended family and fish smell after three days) I volunteered to take care of the tyke and "work" from home.
Enter daytime television. I have a fantasy. No, this one does not include Scarlett Johansson, Bill Dennis, or Russell Crowe. My fantasy is to get on the game show "The Price is Right." I watch The Price Is Right about twice a year, when time off from work or illness allows. I'm telling you, I would kick serious butt on this show. Every time I watch and state my guesses, I AM ALWAYS RIGHT. Today I would have won two cars, a hot tub, and both showcases. I don't know how the show's producers always succeed in picking the six most uninformed consumers every episode, but they do. Seriously, I don't think most of these people have ever set foot in a grocery store, a shopping mall, and they most certainly have never been in a car dealership. The only person who has a valid excuse for guessing that a can of Pringles costs $6.89 would be someone just off the boat from Bangladesh.
Anyway, should any of you out there in bloggerland ever get the chance to stand in front of Bob Barker please know this: The price of every car ends in 9. Why do so many contestants miss this one? Haven't they ever seen or heard a car commercial? They always conclude with some verbiage like, "At Toykiaona's Year End Price Blow Out, you can get a 2005 Camvic Spoilage at the low, low, low price of $19,999! Price does not include tax, title, or license. Dealer's price may vary."
Keep this tip under your vest until the next time you are CBS studios in L.A. Please tell Bob Barker I said "Hi!" Did you know Bob is like, eighty something years old and grew up on an indian reservation? I know, cool.
Hey, Bob, just so you know, all my pets are spayed and neutered. Thank you.
