The Price is Right
What I got instead was “The Price is Right.”
Bespeckled Drew Carey stunned at the antics of his contestants.
I don’t know what is going on, or how the game proceeds, but apparently there are two contestants, each behind glittering lecterns out of the ‘50s.
“Showcases” are presented, and each contestant gives an estimate of the total worth of their showcase.
The winner, so it seems, is the person who doesn’t overvalue — i.e. it looks like you can undervalue, but not overvalue. (Who knows if both contestants undervalue.)
One contestant had a showcase with a new Mustang, a Dell laptop ‘pyooter, and a Kawasaki Ninja motorbike. He valued the whole package at $40,000.
His $40,000 estimate showed up in a glitzy marquis on the front of his lectern.
Contestant number-two had a showcase with cushy leather sofa-sectionals, elegant wooden cabinets, and beige wall-to-wall carpet.
Contestant number-two made his estimate, but I forget what it was, except he was short by over 8,000 smackaroos.
$40,000 was over, so that guy lost.
Number-two won; he got the redecorating showcase.
Pandemonium ensued.
All-of-a-sudden a 300-pound greaseball rushed out of the audience and bounded up on stage.
He did a flying leap over the coffee-table, and landed on the sofa.
Amazingly the sofa stayed put. It didn’t crumble under the 300-pound flying leap.
It was one of those fabulous moments TV has become, and all on high-definition TV.
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