Wheel of Fortune

I time dinner to hit the table midway through Wheel of Fortune. I figure a few minutes of puzzling over letters might stave off Alzheimer's disease. And, it saves Birdie from the undivided attention of two parents wanting to know lots of details about her day. For Birdie and I, the absolute best part of Wheel of Fortune is watching Big Guy. He shouts at the t.v. like it's a live sporting event. Contestants that don't solve puzzles fast enough are only slightly less shamed on than those that know the answer, choose to spin again, and then land on bankrupt. The true sissies really catch Big Guy's ire. They are the ones who have no money banked, but solve the puzzle without even a single spin. "Weinies" would be his word for them. While Birdie and I don't comment so much on the players, we are invested in the game. The final 10-second puzzle tends to send the three of us into a shouting match. Each of us thinks we are the smartest one, even if someone else shouts the answer more loudly. I don't know what strangers would think of the commotion if they knocked at the door. Even saving our souls would have to wait until Vanna flips the last letter.