amvets bingo night
There I was minding my own business and the next thing I knew I was surrounded by a flock of elderly folks waiting for the next number to drop. The coming solar eclipse had paved the way for a marathon bingo night, slated to last for nearly five hours. I had not done this since I was about 10 and was in for a ride.
The crowd carried on undeterred, skillfully dabbing each number called, enraptured by the sound, or lack thereof, and the promise of striking it rich. A few did, though not quite enough to address the potential medical bills from lingering in this environment too long. The greatest prize turned out approximately $400. Everyone seemed to have a good time though, as long as you spoke in whispers, left the trolls where you found them, and did not count too much on making payroll. I cannot say I would do it again. It does not pay good enough. The rest of our crew will almost certainly return as they have before.
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