Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Continuing my quest to discover my own little Bingo bits of joy, tonight I found laughter in the most unexpected places.
Like right inside the Bingo door.
As soon as I walked in, Ann Lawson chriped, “Boy, am I ever glad to see you.”
It sounds like a sitcom ploy, but I seriously looked behind me to see whom she meant. There was no one else there. I didn’t mean to say this out loud, but I did: “Why?”
“Well, to call back the numbers, of course,” Ann laughed, as if I had no idea why I was there.
OK, then. I’ll take that. I laughed, too.
Doreen the volunteer came to help, and boy, was I ever glad to see her.
She plays Gus’ Bingo card while he pushes the prize cart, and tonight they were especially giggly. Gus had covered four B numbers right out of the gate, and Dorothy said, “You know you’ll never get that last one.” But he did, on the next number. They both laughed like they'd gotten away with something.
Cal Bush was back for Bingo (I hadn’t seen him for a while), and when he won, Greg the Bingo caller announced that we were going to have to confiscate Cal’s card because it was too lucky. Cal laughed, and Greg was so amused, he said, “Good Bingo” without ever looking at the numbers. Which made me laugh.
Ray McDade came in late and was thrilled to show me the new Bingo card he’d crafted with Dr. Frankenstein ingenuity. He loved the numbers of his old card, but the sliding number covers were sticky, so I suggested he take out the number sheet and house it in a new casing. Which, of course, he had figured out. But he used staples to close the casing, and when I picked up his card I suddenly felt the need for a tetanus shot. “Kinda poky,” I said. “You might need a minor adjustment here or there.” We both laughed.
At the beginning of Bingo, Billy had rolled in with a blue metal flashlight. “Know what this is for?” Billy asked. I had a basic idea, but I figured he had something more in mind than simple illumination. “I’m going to shine away all the negativity in here,” he said.
It worked.
Continuing my quest to discover my own little Bingo bits of joy, tonight I found laughter in the most unexpected places.
Like right inside the Bingo door.
As soon as I walked in, Ann Lawson chriped, “Boy, am I ever glad to see you.”
It sounds like a sitcom ploy, but I seriously looked behind me to see whom she meant. There was no one else there. I didn’t mean to say this out loud, but I did: “Why?”
“Well, to call back the numbers, of course,” Ann laughed, as if I had no idea why I was there.
OK, then. I’ll take that. I laughed, too.
Doreen the volunteer came to help, and boy, was I ever glad to see her.
She plays Gus’ Bingo card while he pushes the prize cart, and tonight they were especially giggly. Gus had covered four B numbers right out of the gate, and Dorothy said, “You know you’ll never get that last one.” But he did, on the next number. They both laughed like they'd gotten away with something.
Cal Bush was back for Bingo (I hadn’t seen him for a while), and when he won, Greg the Bingo caller announced that we were going to have to confiscate Cal’s card because it was too lucky. Cal laughed, and Greg was so amused, he said, “Good Bingo” without ever looking at the numbers. Which made me laugh.
Ray McDade came in late and was thrilled to show me the new Bingo card he’d crafted with Dr. Frankenstein ingenuity. He loved the numbers of his old card, but the sliding number covers were sticky, so I suggested he take out the number sheet and house it in a new casing. Which, of course, he had figured out. But he used staples to close the casing, and when I picked up his card I suddenly felt the need for a tetanus shot. “Kinda poky,” I said. “You might need a minor adjustment here or there.” We both laughed.
At the beginning of Bingo, Billy had rolled in with a blue metal flashlight. “Know what this is for?” Billy asked. I had a basic idea, but I figured he had something more in mind than simple illumination. “I’m going to shine away all the negativity in here,” he said.
It worked.