Oh. My. God! Did you ever think you could get so tired from sitting on your tush and being excited? By the end of my most recent "Audience Gig" as I like to refer to them, my butt hurt, my back hurt, I was starving, dehydrated, and totally mind-blown. My attention span was shot. Driving was laborious. I spent a half hour in the suntan lotion aisle at Rite-Aid; I couldn't decide if I wanted self-tanner or SPF 50.
I had just sat in a metal folding chair for 81/2 hours clapping and cheering, watching people win money, the super annoying warm-up guy grating on my nerves. Usually on a day that long we get a walk away lunch which is a polite way of saying, "Pay for that crap, yourself!", but not on this occasion. We had a lunch "break" which was 15 minutes long, leaving me not even enough time to walk back and forth from the parking garage let alone get anything to EAT! The vending machines weren't taking my five dollar bills leaving me alone with my hunger. I had already devoured my half bagel I packed for the morning. Growing faint, I slowly ate the last of my handful of grapes I had in my purse.
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