Hey! Come sit by me, wouldja? We’ve got a friendly competition going on at my house, and I think you’d be perfect for it.
Cash Cab! Have you seen this show?
Thirteen thousand taxis in New York and you just may be lucky enough to get into the one hosting a trivia contest. One is questioned all the way to the destination, they pay $25, $50, and $100 for correct answers with a chance for double-or-nothing upon arrival. The ride is free, provided you do not get three questions wrong.
Three questions wrong and they kick you out.
Three questions wrong at our house and you have to go sit out on the porch.
“Willie! Willie, it’s starting!”
I do love my trivia.
“Willie! Get in here! Which political party recommends the legalization of marijuana?”
Willie fears my trivia ferocity. I have, after all, been known to shout at the TV.
“Willie! A staple of cruise ships, what game penalizes players for sliding their disks onto trapezoidal –“
“For cryin’ out loud, Pearl! I’m not playing!”
Oh, he’s playing. He just doesn’t know it.
I love trivia games: a chance to show off my massive brain.
“Willie! According to its slogan what soft jam-filled Nabisco cookie prefers to be called “fruit and cake”?
Oooh! Wait! This one I know!
OK. So maybe I don’t have a massive brain. And maybe if Willie’s not in the room I shouldn’t screech the questions at him.
But still! Come on! It’s Cash Cab!
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