B-I-N-G-O

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.

 

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!

Once again I only needed one number, did they call it? NOOO!