Bad bad bad bad dream. I haven’t had one of those in a long time, thankfully. I used to get the most terrible nightmares. Well, what am I supposed to do at four in the morning? All I can do: watch Country Bears and post to tumblr. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to forget this one by morning. I’m just scared that it came true.
I’d hate to burst your bubble, but you’ll never catch the Cash Cab. They cast for the show. I was cast for the show, along with a friend. They put you through this clever ruse where they tell you you’re going to be on a different show, then hail a cab for you to go to the filming location, and lo and behold, it’s the Cash Cab!
I saw right through it, though. I was telling people before it happened that I was going to be in the Cash Cab.
And no, we didn’t win. We got kicked out 3 blocks from our destination with $550. Tragic.
I think I actually saw the Cash Cab. There were two women in the cab and a cameraman in the front passenger seat. Unless I was mistaken…
I was actually hoping to catch the Cash Cab next time I’m in NYC. How terribly disappointing.