The Surprisingly Violent, Rage-Filled World Of Bingo
I can vouch for this. I played bingo exactly once in my life, on a cruise ship in 1981, waiting for "second seating" at dinner one night, and I only went into the bingo room because I was already dressed for dinner and there is nothing else to do in that time period. As luck would have it, I won the grand bonus, something like $650 cash, which was a pretty nice chunk of change forty years ago. Most of the time there is a collegial feeling on a cruise ship, so everyone cheers for everyone else at karaoke or the dance-offs or talent night, but bingo is an exception to the rule. Most of the people playing there had spent a few hours doing it every day, and they were absolutely incensed that I just sat down for ten minutes and won the night's biggest prize. They actually booed me when I collected my prize. I didn't get it at all until somebody explained the vibe to me later on, so at the time I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. I didn't have any funny response, or for that matter any response at all, because the whole thing caught me totally off guard.
It was like I had gone to Philadelphia instead of St. Thomas.