Antiques Roadshow has long been one of the best shows on TV, and DEFINITELY on PBS. It’s sort of like going garage sale hopping with a professor, being able to peek into peoples homes and lives, whose grandfather did this, which kind old lady bought that. And every now and again, someone wins [...]
Antiques Roadshow has long been one of the best shows on TV, and DEFINITELY on PBS. It’s sort of like going garage sale hopping with a professor, being able to peek into peoples homes and lives, whose grandfather did this, which kind old lady bought that. And every now and again, someone wins the junk store lottery, bringing in an object that’s been laying around the house for a while and praying they’ve won the AntyRoady Million Dollar Lottery Ticket.
There have been pleeeennnty of times where I’ve wept simply watching Antiques Roadshow (not to mention the times where I’ve had daydream fantasies about those Keno twins… don’t get me started on the Kenos). But never, in my many sad, hungover Sunday morning years of sitting through city after city of Roadshows, have I witnessed anyone have the following experience of hitting a million dollar jackpot… until today:
Damn. Is right. I will now have permanent goosebumps for the next 3 or 4 months, don’t be alarmed.
Good on this woman for being able to maintain her composure. I would promptly inseminate myself and birth hundreds of little Chippendales dressers if this happened to me. How do you think you guys would react in such a scenario?
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