|"Hey, you gonna eat those eggs?"|
You never know who you'll run into after last call
Yes, Bingo at the local community college. That's how far we've sunk since entering middle age. You know, it wasn't all that long ago that we were rocking the night away until last call tossed us out into the streets, in search of an open Denny's. Which never closed.
|This Bingo game featured "daubers" instead of tiddly-winks.|
Mrs. Penwasser didn't think it was funny when I "daubed"
my forehead and asked if I won an ice cream parlor, 7-Eleven, or gas station.
Plus, who knows? Maybe we could actually win something. I would have even settled for those two radio-controlled racecars or maybe even that Bed, Bath, and Beyond gift basket. Even though I would have preferred the orthopedic sock/liniment variety pack. Or that tabletop rod hockey game. Don't judge me.
|"No, not funny. Not funny at all, Mr. Smart-Ass Penwasser Son of Bitch! |
Cash or credit?"
Alas, even though we forked out $40 (FORTY DOLLARS!!! FOR FRIKKIN' BINGO!!) for enough bingo sheets to build a bonfire with, we didn't win a single doorprize. You see, the Penwasser Luck wouldn't even win a single man lottery.
It wasn't a total loss, however. I was able to get a stale salted pretzel for free. I guess the girls behind the counter felt sorry for the little dude who wore white socks with sandals.
But, as bad as our evening went, it was nothing compared to the fuss one guy made when he didn 't win a single game. Pretty pathetic, really.
Hell, I would have shared my pretzel with him, at least.