A couple of weeks ago it was my anniversary and my husband and I always go to the casino and play bingo.
We have been doing it for years and we will probably keep doing it for many
more.
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| It was double hardway bingo and all I needed was B 13 |
As we were
sitting there waiting for the game to start (you need to get there early to
make sure everything is set up properly) I made some observations and as the
night went on, I made more.
Here’s what
I spy at bingo…
There are a
lot of leggings, ill-fitting ones.
The hacking
coughs will not stop the chain smoking.
There is
always a caller you can’t understand.
Some people
set up a shrine to the bingo gods in hopes they get to shout it out.
There is no
shortage of ass cheeks hanging over the sides of the chairs.
If you’re
looking for a unique article of clothing with some sort of wildlife on it,
you’ve come to the right place.
There are
people who take the “dress codes” to the extremes. Some people look like they
are about to hit a club downtown while other look like they’re about to hit the
sack.
Someone will
always snicker at O 69.
There will
be at least 3 false “bingo” calls.
Someone will
have a bell and ring it when a number special to them comes up (it was O 66 this particular night).
There will
be people who eat for the entire 4+ hours.
Someone will
steal a shitload of Sweet n Low from the drink station.
You can
always find a “regular” to help you and answer any questions you may have.
And my
favorite situation…
I will be
one or two numbers away every other game!
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| Once again I only needed one number, did they call it? NOOO! |
