As is the tradition when visiting my grandmother, we played bingo. This time at the local senior center. It’s not a game I can imagine myself playing on my own. I find it incredibly boring and have little in common with those who do attend regularly. Although, after my fourth or fifth cup of coffee, I found scanning my cards for numbers much more entertaining.

This was Mrs. Sirhc’s first experience playing bingo and I made the mistake of starting her out with more cards than she could handle. Even so, she almost won a couple of games. Almost. Story of my short and not so illustrious bingo career.

Oh well. So I’m out fifty bucks. It’s a heck of a lot less than I would have lost to the bones at the Luxor.