I smile and nod, “Okay, sure, but the point of this conversation is that you’re not smart enough to go on Jeopardy! Even if you lie and get someone else to take the test and all that, I mean, you know?”
I watched him. He knew what I was talking about but he was prolonging my agony. “So, I’m not the brightest bulb in the drawer? Is that what you’re saying?”
I sighed. “Finally, you get the message. Don’t make a fool out of yourself, man! You won’t get one answer right and then you’ll be that poor slob who couldn’t make it into Final Jeopardy!”
I changed my stance. “Jody, baby! You know I do, but sometimes you get these wild-eyed crazy ideas and I have to talk you off the ledge. You know I’m only looking out for you.”
He took two steps forward, reached out and hugged me. “You go with me. The reason I screwed up on Wheel of Fortune is because you weren’t there.” He stepped back. “This time, you go with me and we’ll have a blast.”
I sighed. “Los Angeles... Gawd! My worst favorite place on earth.”
He laughed. “Don’t you mean your least favorite?”
“Nah! I meant worst favorite. If I’m going to LA with you to be on Jeopardy! then I gotta start practicing my crazy right now.”
He laughed and laughed and I did too. Then we went online to check out the test you had to take to be a Jeopardy! contestant. How hard could it be?
