Weekend's here. You're twenty-eight, single. Naturally, you want to go somewhere where the action is hot.
And this is how I found myself playing Bingo at my Gma's assisted living home.
What started off as a friendly game, quickly heats up and is filled with tension.
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Gma: disgusted
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This is a photo of my Gma. She was initially pretty stoked when she won a game, but her happiness quickly turned to anger when another yelled "BINGO!" just moments after her. Gma had to split her winnings, walking away with only around 45 cents, opposed to 90 cents. She was disgusted.
Woman is excited to win but is apprehensive about calling her numbers.
Her apprehensiveness causes this man to mutter "Jesus Christ" multiple times. My Gma retaliates by saying, "He's so stupid!" under her breath.
Confusion is apparent when the caller accidentally calls out the four corners for a round, because the people are expecting the four stamps. Yes, there is a difference. The four corners are literally just the four corners. The stamps are the four spots that make out the outermost corners, making a total of 16 needed to win. Very confusing. The people were yelling. YELLING. I felt terrible for the poor caller, who also was simultaneously answering phone calls from residents. "Hello? Today is December 30th. What? 2012."
I win a round, a double Bingo. Gma is feeling better for the moment.
Mary wins the last round by impressively covering her entire card. I'm happy for her. She maintained her cool throughout the entire hour.
To calm down from all of the excitement, my Gma and I worked on a puzzle.
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