Last night, the hubby and I went to the mall. We were walking around, just browsing through the stores when two young Arabs tapped us on our shoulders and asked us if we could be interviewed for a local show. They could obviously see the hesitation on our faces that's why they piled on the charm and the sweet talk. I definitely wasn't going to fall for it but the hubby, for some insane reason, agreed.
We followed them to the third floor where a camera crew was waiting. Hold on an effin' minute! No one said anything about having to be interviewed on cam! Apparently, it was going to be a "man-on-the-street" kind of thing. The host briefed us on the questions she'd be asking, about bridging the cultural gap between the East and the West with emphasis on the arts. Then she asked who between us would she be talking to and the hubby replied, "My wife." Uuurgh... the sneaky traitor! I wanted to strangle him. But there was no backing out at that point so... what the heck! Thank God, it went off without a hitch. The hubby got his just desserts though when the host directed the last question to him (HA... crime does not pay!). It mercifully ended quickly and we were off the hook. I was just glad that we didn't end up stuttering & stammering like idiots the entire time she was doing the interview.
The show's supposed to air tomorrow at ten (I'm not sure if it's AM or PM) and we'll get to see our silly faces on the boob tube... IF we make it through editing, hahaha! :)
Update: We did make it through editing and some of the husbo's colleagues caught it, LOL. :r