Look at that hunk! That’s my man, waiting in line for tryouts.
Mike and I ventured to the Chinook Winds Casino on Saturday. We don’t gamble, but the Jeopardy Brain Bus was there, so Mike got to achieve a lifetime dream of trying out for the game show!
We got there around 7:30am, and about a hundred people were already lined up outside the casino. It was fascinating to meet the types of people that would tryout for Jeopardy. We spent most of the time talking to this great guy named Tom who was in his 60′s. He played Uno with us
. He was not happy that I won. The morning went pretty quickly, and at 11:00am we got to go in for the actual tryout, which consisted of taking a 10-question exam.
. He was not happy that I won. The morning went pretty quickly, and at 11:00am we got to go in for the actual tryout, which consisted of taking a 10-question exam.I did NOT want to tryout, but I decided I would so I could go in with Mike. HA! Whatever the opposite of “Jeopardy Material” is, I am IT. I think I could handle the cameras, but unless all the categories had something to do with photography, or the winner was decided by a Game of UNO, I would be altogether screwed. I’m also a wee bit “Lexdysic”, and I made it through Science and Math purely by riding on the extra credit from my beautifully colored graphs and various other visual aids.
So I get up to the table, and somebody hands me a pink sheet of paper. In keeping with Standard Heather Test Reaction, immediately all the wind goes out of me, everything goes blurry, and I can’t read one question at a time. They just all whir together, making all the letters exchange places so that what I’m reading is completely incomprehensible. Something like: “In 1768 the largest African Mountain became Queen of England and discovered what revoluationary scientific fact?” _________________________________________
I sit there.
I know the mountain part.
I’ve been to Africa.
But I can only think of the syllables seperately, not as a whole.
A – JAR – MAN – KILL – O.
Well, that’s not right.
The longer I sit here without making use of this pen, the “stupider” I’m going to look.
I should write something.
I could make stuff up.
No, that would be even MORE stupid because the guy with the clipboard is going to check my answers before I can leave.
Well, I can’t write the REAL answers because these questions don’t make any sense.
Sure, blame the questions.
I put the pen down.
The guy with the clipboard came around.
Like a scene from Legally Blonde, I hand him the pink sheet of paper with no questions answered, and say the only thing I can think of. With a big smile.
“I’m not going to fill this out, I just wanted to see what the questions were.”
He laughs. I can’t look at him.
I slither away to wait for Mike.
A couple minutes later, he comes trotting up, waving a white piece of paper and saying,
“I made it! I made it!”
Forget my stupidity. That ecstatic joy on my husband’s face is why I went.
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Anonymous - now that picture, that picture is mike. i LOVE it!