BINGO!

Each day at Avenidas at the one o’clock hour there is some form of entertainment.  The other day we played Bingo.  I must confess that I don’t care for Bingo -- I find that it moves to slowly for me.  Nonetheless, that was the activity for that hour.  Now I have a problem.  After lunch I get sleepy, so there I was, not particularly interested, and my eyes kept drooping.  In addition I had a card that had never heard of the Law of Averages.

Consider this:  There are 75 numbers on the caller’s board.  A bingo card has space for 25 numbers.  75 divided by 25 equals 3 (I learned that in school.)  So theoretically, on average, one should get a ‘hit’ once every three numbers called.  Unfortunately my card never went to school.  I was getting an occasional hit.

Occasional (definition):  That’s like your Aunt Susie who calls you occasionally -- once or twice every two or three years.  My card was an offspring of Aunt Susie.

Near the end of the hour the caller announced, “The next game will be Blackout.”  Well, for any of you out there who don’t know this, Blackout means that one has to cover the entire board.  I had a cinch space -- the Free in the center.  Beyond that I feared that my card was afraid of the dark!

So there I was, half asleep, opening one eye to glance at my card when a number was called, and watching my card get v e r y  s l o w l y  a bit splotchy, somewhat when my glasses start to get dirty.  And then, surprisingly, my card started to fill.  When I had about 8 uncovered numbers, I had the feeling that someone should be calling bingo!  But not yet.  And little by little my card started to fill.  One more number!  It was called, and about 3 people shouted ‘Bingo!’, including me.  Look at the beautiful scarf I won!

Fun -

Q: Why should 60-plus-year-old people use valet parking?
A: Valets don't forget where they park your car.

Q: Is it common for 60-plus-year-olds to have problems with short-term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, retrieving it is a problem.

Q: What is the most common remark made by 60-plus-year-olds when they enter antique stores?
A: “I remember these!”