Reality TV from Hell
It’s Wednesday night, Herb and Marge hurried home to get themselves ready for their favorite show. The pizza has been ordered, it’s on its way and the drinks are on the TV trays. Herb is in his chair with Marge on the couch with their babies, two small dogs dearly referred to as babies. Door bell rings, which always sparks the dogs to barking and Herb bellows “here’s the pizza”!!
Springing from his chair he takes a light hearted trot to the door; opens and in rushes a man in a red suit with a mike in hand, running into their living room followed with a posse of people, bright lights, and cameras. This sudden surge just about put poor Herb on his caboose. The man in the red suit is talking fast with his arms waiving about, pointing and giving orders, the babies are barking at everyone and Marge’s eyes are as wide as saucers with her hands clutching her heart. A team takes Herb to his kitchen, replacing his clothes with a wet suit and goggles with a snorkel at the same time having him sign forms and giving him instructions. Herb is in a thunderbolt of excitement and confusion; his head is moving every which way while trying to take it all in at the same time calling out “Marge”!!
Herb is now whisked away through the living room; He steals a peek at Marge, giving her the look of “what duh?”, still moving, now through the front door to the outside where there is a pool and a high ladder waiting for him. Someone assures him with “don’t worry, everything is fine”. In this pool he sees a line of fire and fins swimming in the pool. The man in the red suit comes out followed with cameras and lights. More people are pushing and pulling Herb on to the deck, standing on the deck Herb’s attention is reverted to his right and he recognizes his neighbor and he too is in a wet suit, goggles and snorkel. He sees his neighbor’s eyes and he’s just as surprised as Herb. The audience screams for them to jump in and swim under the fire and somebody says “don’t worry about the sharks”. Herb calls out again “Marge”!!
Someone adjusts his goggles and snorkel, gives him a shove and plunges into the pool with a splash. The roar of the audience is so loud it can be heard under water. He’s arms and legs are moving wildly, he discovers there’s a scuba diver in the pool directing him to go forward. Like a bobbing cork, out pops Herb and the audience hurrahs.
A slew of hands are pulling Herb out than down a ramp from the deck to a bench where a pair of running shoes and towels is waiting for him. While someone is putting shoes on him he sees friends, neighbors, strangers all smiling and yelling, all cheering him on. Herb tries another appeal for Marge; more hands help Herb on his feet and started him on his way to the street. Lights, cameras and so much action with batteries of people, this and that can leave anybody’s head swimming. Herb last saw his neighbor running a few yards behind and soon lost track altogether. More fans line the street, banners and flags waiving all encouraging Herb to go all the way. He turns a corner, Herb whispers to himself “breathe boy, breathe”. A tandem bike is waiting with someone on the second seat; they help him on the front seat and off they go. “How in the?” Herb notices his neighbor on the deck is now next to him on another tandem and he looks determined. The spirit of competition wells up and his adrenaline kicks in. He now sees the roof of his house and there is a “FINISH LINE” banner strung across his driveway and there standing is Marge.
Herb wins with a boisterous celebration from the crowed. The man in the red suit signals to wrap it up. They hustle Herb and Marge back into their house, he in his chair with his prize, and her on the couch with the babies while others straitening and adjusting the living room back as it were, then closing the door behind them. Herb looks at Marge with no words to express the whirlwind they just went through. Suddenly the door bell rings again, Marge whispers “could that be the pizza?”
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Movies and I are old chums. We have enjoyed each others company for a generation.
Food! A delicious and wonderful ally to the frame. Movies and munchies, cinema and chicken, the flick and finger food. Yeah, good stuff. About once a week I will bring something of interest or a story and share it with you all.
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