At Her Own Game
On Wednesday night I realized that I had just one more day of work for the week. I needed to take a day and actually change things up.
I realized that the Yankees were off on Thursday.
“Maybe I’ll go to Bingo,” I joked.
“You’ll go? Really?” My beautiful wife asked, and I realized, instantly, that there was no going back.
I was going to Bingo.
During the work day I received a text.
“You excited for Bingo?”
“Haven’t thought about anything else,” I said, but truth be told, I wanted to go. I do the same thing each day that the dogs know exactly what time everything happens...
...to the minute.
We gathered our boards, and I certainly needed help figuring out what to do.
And off we went.
It took me a little while to get in the swing of marking everything before the freaking next number was called.
The poor caller said “N-34”
And then a second and a half later said, “Um, I’m sorry, N-44.”
I had already marked 2 ‘N-34’s’
“Ah, come on!” Some guy yelled out. “Get your head out of your ass,” another woman moaned.
Bingo people ain’t fooling around, and I can certainly see why. You need to be in a routine to mark everything, get a sip of water, smoke (we were in the smoking room and I don’t smoke), and get the bingo marks off your fingers (I used red...I look like a crime scene victim).
And no one is really happy for anyone who wins.
There’s an audible groan and murmuring when someone calls out Bingo.
“I need I-25,” I said, during the inner square game.
“Say it!” I begged.
“I-25,” she said.
“Bingo!”
There was another Bingo called which meant I’d be splitting $50, but during the read back of the first Bingo, it was determined that I-17 wasn’t actually called.
I won alone.
“Just beating you at your own game,” I said.
Kathy touched the money, but it didn’t work. Some lady named Rose had some luck though. She found the Queen of Hearts, which is the mother lode...
...she won nearly 4 grand.
Damn!
The last game was weird. It was a $500 cover all and it appeared that everyone lost interest. People were talking, the woman was calling like she was Double-parked.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked.
And it was over.
“It’s fun, right?” Kathy asked.
“I dominated,” I said. “Was more fun for Rose.”
One of my buddies texted me.
“I’m at Bingo,” I said.
“What the hell happened to you?” He answered.
Good question.
I own Bingo!
I realized that the Yankees were off on Thursday.
“Maybe I’ll go to Bingo,” I joked.
“You’ll go? Really?” My beautiful wife asked, and I realized, instantly, that there was no going back.
I was going to Bingo.
During the work day I received a text.
“You excited for Bingo?”
“Haven’t thought about anything else,” I said, but truth be told, I wanted to go. I do the same thing each day that the dogs know exactly what time everything happens...
...to the minute.
We gathered our boards, and I certainly needed help figuring out what to do.
And off we went.
It took me a little while to get in the swing of marking everything before the freaking next number was called.
The poor caller said “N-34”
And then a second and a half later said, “Um, I’m sorry, N-44.”
I had already marked 2 ‘N-34’s’
“Ah, come on!” Some guy yelled out. “Get your head out of your ass,” another woman moaned.
Bingo people ain’t fooling around, and I can certainly see why. You need to be in a routine to mark everything, get a sip of water, smoke (we were in the smoking room and I don’t smoke), and get the bingo marks off your fingers (I used red...I look like a crime scene victim).
And no one is really happy for anyone who wins.
There’s an audible groan and murmuring when someone calls out Bingo.
“I need I-25,” I said, during the inner square game.
“Say it!” I begged.
“I-25,” she said.
“Bingo!”
There was another Bingo called which meant I’d be splitting $50, but during the read back of the first Bingo, it was determined that I-17 wasn’t actually called.
I won alone.
“Just beating you at your own game,” I said.
Kathy touched the money, but it didn’t work. Some lady named Rose had some luck though. She found the Queen of Hearts, which is the mother lode...
...she won nearly 4 grand.
Damn!
The last game was weird. It was a $500 cover all and it appeared that everyone lost interest. People were talking, the woman was calling like she was Double-parked.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked.
And it was over.
“It’s fun, right?” Kathy asked.
“I dominated,” I said. “Was more fun for Rose.”
One of my buddies texted me.
“I’m at Bingo,” I said.
“What the hell happened to you?” He answered.
Good question.
I own Bingo!
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