Just in case that was at all confusing, the red-haired woman at our table pleasantly explained it again.
We were soon given the signal to begin.
It was a thirty question multiple-choice test. We were given eleven minutes. Shortly after the five minute warning, I was done.
The answer sheets were collected and we all chatted while the tests were being graded. Of course, we discussed the test. I was
relieved that a couple of guesses I had made were correct. For the most part I wasn't terribly concerned. It was an easy test, much easier
than the Jeopardy test which I had taken, and I knew I passed.
The producer came back and explained that those who passed the test would be sent a postcard in a week or two with the final results of the process:
did you make the contestant pool, or not! He then began calling the numbers for the people who had passed the test. They would be detained for a few minutes
longer for a brief interview. The rest would have to leave.
"Number 18" was the first number called. It was the clean cut guy, Bob, next to me! The group broke into applause and shouts
"Number 28" was the next number. That was me. Applause again broke out as I stood up, and the red-haired woman across
from me shook my hand in apparently heartfelt approval.
Bob and I took seats at the far end of the bar, actually closer to the entrance than where the test was given, and waited while the remaining
numbers were called and greeted with applause. Those whose numbers were not called filed out wishing the rest of us good luck as they passed.
The red-haired woman from the table stopped for a minute to talk to Bob and I before she left to fly home.
"Where's home?" I asked her.
"Dallas, Texas." she replied. She had flown up this morning to take the test and was flying back this evening.
And she had done the same thing two weeks previous!
Seems to me, if you can afford to fly from Dallas to New York twice in two weeks, just to try out for a game show, you probably don't need the million dollars, or wouldn't if you didn't spend it on plane tickets.
As the last of those who didn't pass the test filed out, the hard part began - the interview.