That's how much contestants on The Price is Right will reportedly get in the upcoming season if they don't make it out of Contestant's Row. My TPiR indifference makes this less than an urgent issue. But I like cash, as do a lot of other people. Three benjamins ain't huge, but as one poster notes, it beats a juicer or a metal detector. Especially when they load up the manufacturer's suggested retail price on a non-cash prize, and the tax guys hit you for the full bill.
Green money can get you anything you want, though the tax damage still exists. I always liked a show that handed out filthy lucre, as opposed to sponsored merchandise. What if I don't want a freaking boat? I got to sell the thing just to make the taxes.
I still remember Weird Al parodying the consolation prizes in I Lost on Jeopardy. Maybe there won't be any more year's supply of Rice-A-Roni, the San Francisco treat. Or even a lousy copy of our home game.
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