Come On Down
The Price is Right always seems to be on in the laundromat. I don’t know what the connection is between not owning your own washer and drier and loving The Price is Right. I just know that the phrase “A new car!” is like nails scraping a chalkboard to me.
There are two televisions in the laundromat we use. Yesterday, someone turned on the second television. My husband was excited because when they first turned the television on Sport’s Center was on, but the person promptly turned to The Price is Right. Now The Price is Right was on both televisions.
When our clothes were done drying we folded them on a table near the second television. A woman in her late twenties sat on a footstool near the table watching the television. She was enthralled by the emotional roller coaster that is The Price is Right. “Aw, come on,” she’d say when she disagreed with a contestant’s guess at the actual retail price of a dumb bell set.
“I’ve always wanted to be on this show,” she said to me.
At first I didn’t know who she was talking to but she seemed to be looking at me. “Really?” I said in disbelief.
“I really miss Bob Barker though,” she said turning her attention back to the television.
I was hoping that when Bob retired the show would end. I couldn’t say that to her though. I just continued folding my clothes.
She cheered quietly when a bald man on the television started barking spontaneously because he won a random household item.
