I finally figured out how I could finally become rich and famous–well, at least rich.
I planned on producing a reality TV show in my part of the world. Naturally, it was going to be titled Real Housewives of Hampton Roads, Virginia.
I went scouting for locations and talent. Location isn’t a problem, this area is very picturesque, with the beaches, Chesapeake Bay–you know, lots of excuses to show women in bathing suits, which appears to be a requirement for a reality TV show.
Talent was the problem. I’m not saying the women in this area lack talent, but every time I thought I had someone convinced to star in the show, I’d hear:
“Can’t, I’ve got to get to work.”
“Sorry, I’m the designated driver for soccer, tonight.”
“Ooooh, can’t make it. That’s my kids’ band concert.”
I even had one who laughed at me with this comment, “After the day I’ve had, you have got to be kidding. Thank heaven that tonight my husband is grilling, otherwise it’d be do-it-yourself peanut butter sandwiches for everybody.”
These women are all too busy dealing with real life to appear in a reality show about real life.