While at a bar in NYC, someone approached my dad and his buddy asking if they wanted to be on a gourmet cooking show. Naturally, they agreed and asked if I (14 y/o at the time) could join. The promoter said of course, gave them the location, and told them to tell me not to eat a big lunch as this would be a large multi-course meal at an upscale restaurant.
I skipped lunch that day after a rough lunchtime soccer match, and left school early to meet my father and his friend. We arrived in a strange part of Manhattan — near the Hudson, in a rather dead part of the city. We got a call from the producer saying “sorry man! Wrong location! We’re sending a car to pick you up immediately”.
We hopped into a taxi and… BOOM, “you’re on cash cab!” the bald headed host declared as lights flashed above our heads.
So: we lost, got kicked out in Chelsea, and ended up spending our own money on food and a taxi home.
Very upsetting 😦 — buylowsell
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