Oh, 69!

I got roped into being the ball whore for free bingo at work last night. Free drinks and dinner, who can pass that up, right?
The bar was packed with older folks, very serious about their free bingo and the "Dollar Tree"-esque prizes they might win...
I wanted to blow the place up, seriously.
Old Bitch: I need new cards, I don't like these numbers.
ME: Seriously? How do you know, we haven't even started yet!
That happened about 37 times. Needless to say, but the second game I was shitfaced. So was my caller.
There was another woman...Alice, every single number we called, if it didn't cement her a bingo win, she called out, "NO!" Every. Single. Number.
Our waitress is on methadone (for pain, not heroin addiction!) and she moves like she's in a vat of molasses. Good think we had a microphone, or we would've never gotten drinks!
Caller: Hey, Rhoda, can we get another round over here?!?!
Yeah, good times.
I probably won't answer my phone next Wednesday...
5 Comments:
Bingo is serious business huh?...lol
Careful girl.. those bingo ladies are scary.
Did anyone bring out their little good luck trolls and set them up around them?
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Hey....nice new look!
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