Monday, November 13, 2017

The Surprisingly Violent, Rage-Filled World Of Bingo

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.

1 comment:

  1. My dad used to run an American Legion bingo game every Monday. Women had their lucky chair and if someone sat in it, fights would break out and my dad had to separate them.