~ Bingo! ~

My Captain, Varmint, Critter and I had “family night” at our local firehouse Bingo, yesterday.  We arrived together, spent the hour and a half waiting for the game to start by eating sloppy joe dogs and home-made potato chips and other health food alternatives together, and then the game started…..and my kids didn’t speak to us for the next 2 and a half hours.

Bingo is not as social as you might think, apparently.

And talk about competitive!  There were ladies at this thing who would shoot stink-eyes at anyone who called ‘bingo’.  These were seasoned stink-eyes, too.  The kind that makes your belly all jittery if you are on the receiving end of it.  One woman, in particular, who had about a dozen professional-grade ‘dobbers’ for marking her bingo card, and more than a couple weird-looking ‘good luck charms,’ downright scared me.

I could almost understand that kind of competitiveness if this bingo was for money…but the bingo prizes at this firehouse are primarily more kid-friendly baskets stuffed with goodies.  This was not a game that warranted poor sportsmanship!

At some point during the game, I happened to glance up at my Varmint.  She was smiling optimistically as the numbers were called.  She was fresh and clean and beautiful in her non-stink-eye-giving bingo demeanor, even though for the entire two and a half hours, she didn’t win a single bingo game.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.   I was filled with pride.

And then I wondered what the cranky bingo players…the ones who shot off stink-eyes like Howitzers when they didn’t win…were like when they were Varmint’s age.

What happened to take the generous, kind-spirited child heart out of them?    Did no one ever teach them good manners?  Good sportsmanship?

It was worth pondering for a moment or two as I munched my sloppy joe hot dog.

In the end, my daughter, though not winning a single bingo game, came away with the grand-poo-bah of prizes, the coveted raffle basket….WITH chips and salsa and watermelon salt and pepper shakers, thank you very much.  She was delighted.  And I was grateful that she won something as reward for her good attitude.

Critter won nothing.  Not a stinking thing.  And gave not a single complaint.

Though he does keep referring to Varmint’s basket as ‘our prize’…….

….which might get interesting.


Categories: Uncategorized | 4 Comments

Post navigation

4 thoughts on “~ Bingo! ~

  1. Anonymous

    The BINGO-ons (that is a marraige of bingo and moron) that come to my station to play every Sunday are CRAZY. First game does NOT start til 3pm…1/2 that room is filled by 115. They open the doors at 1pm. GOD help the visitor to this bingo hall that “takes a seat” belonging to someone else. OMG, the HORRORS.

    It amuses me when I see all their good luck trolls. Please god..don’t let me become a bingo-on when I grow old…

  2. I won an Elvis touch lamp once playing bingo…my life has never been the same!

  3. Elizabeth Adamczak

    They are mean because they’ve never won either. This was Critter’s first non-win bingo night – after years & years & YEARS of not winning, one is BOUND to get cranky!

  4. lirtb

    Glad you all came and had a good time.

Please leave me comments and let me know your thoughts. I love hearing from my readers. (It may take a moment or two for your comments to appear, but I will get them up there as soon as possible).

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: