(Missed any part? Here’s the whole series.)
Picking up from last time –
Wayne reminds me that I lost a trip. I know I’m supposed to be wildly disappointed (and I am). Still, I’ve seen them stop tape for people who aren’t disappointed enough.
So, I lay it on way too thick when I say, “I know!” and give my little pouty lip.
Thank goodness my high school theater teacher wasn’t with me at this taping! She would’ve been all, “What did I teach you?!”
(However, when I watched the show, to me, that reaction surprisingly didn’t come off as too much… After all, it’s a bit of an over-the-top show. Maybe it was okay after all!(?))
Then Wayne reveals the diamonds, and I’m relieved that the prize is what I thought it was. (I think you can read the relief on my face (or at least I can) during the episode.) So, at this point, we know I have a zonk.
When he’s about to reveal what’s in the envelope, he stops to ask, “Why did you choose the envelope?”
Oh Wayne Brady! Please don’t put me on the spot here to try to explain that I thought the taxes wouldn’t be worth it on the diamonds and that those could be blood diamonds (of which I’ll admit I’m pretty uninformed – I just know not to buy diamonds, which isn’t hard since I’m not into them anyway).
I almost said, “My dad told me to pick the envelope!” But that’s not why I did it. I didn’t want to blame my dad for no reason, and I didn’t want to look like a little girl who can’t make her own decision.
So, instead, I pull some lame half-truth saying I didn’t have my ears pierced. I really don’t have my ears pierced. That part’s true. But of course I had no idea the diamonds would be earrings. I just knew I didn’t want diamonds.
And once that thought came out of my mouth, I was immediately struck with terror, as I knew how serious the producers had been about constantly having an “attitude of gratitude.”
“Please don’t stop the tape and drag me out of here,” I thought. “If you don’t like what I just said, please just edit it out. (In fact, please edit it out anyway, ’cause it sounds dumb.)”
Granted, at that point, all I was “winning” was a zonk. So, I don’t know why I was all that terrified of having it taken away…
I mean, I still think it’s really fun/funny to be zonked. So, I’m kinda glad it happened. Granted, had they dragged me off, the bright side would’ve been that at least I wouldn’t have wasted a game show eligibility year on a zonk…
Anyway, the point is moot because they did not drag me off (though maybe they did secretly cheer in their producer area that someone who slipped up on the attitude of gratitude didn’t win something nice – who knows).
After the diamonds are revealed, it’s time to find out what’s in my envelope (even though we all already know what it is – wah wah).
And this is where I’ll pick up next time.