[Dad walks into my room, where I am reading.]
Dad: Why aren't you watching that race show?
Me: You mean The Amazing Race? Because it's only 8:10. Starts at nine.
Dad: It's on right now.
Me: WHAT?!?!
[I sprint to the living room and turn on the TV.]
Me: Bruckheimer, I am going to kill you. And you too, stupid Kennedy Center Awards. You couldn't have usurped JAG instead?
[Forty minutes later.]
Me: Oh, Bolo. Oh, Lori. Dammit, why do all the good teams have to suffer the bad luck of the evil? Hey, where's the pit stop for this leg? They're kind of pushing it for time....
[Five minutes later.]
TV: To Be Continued.
Me: WHAT?!?! NOOOOOOOOO! You...you bastards!
TV: Bwah-ha-ha.
Me: ARGH!!!
[ETA: Went to
TWoP after the ep, where everyone shares my pain and then some. Because, apparently, next week is not the continuation of this episode, but a CLIPS SHOW.]
Me: WHAT?!?!
The Amazing Race: You heard me.
Me: Why do you torment me so, o greatest show to ever exist? What can I do to appease you?
TAR: Heh heh heh.
Me: *weeps*