Dear Aunt Bingo,
just returned home from Bingo and I am fuming! Well,
more accurately, I just returned home from the Bingo
hall—which had a big sign stuck on the door saying that
due to the weather, Bingo had been cancelled.
am, a 70-year-old widow, and I had no problem driving to
and from the hall in spite of the snow. But apparently
the folks who run the Bingo—and may I add that it is
mostly men—were too frightened to leave their homes.
There had to have been at least 30 cars that pulled into
that parking lot only to see the sign and have to turn
around and go home. And there isn’t another Bingo near
enough that any of us could have driven there in time to
get there before the start of Bingo. Not that I would
have. The last thing in the world I was in the mood for
was driving another 10 miles to find that hall closed,
Thank you for letting me vent! —TCC,
What a rotten way for your Bingo night to begin and end!
Unfortunately, that’s sometimes how things go during
In defense of the hall, it is one thing
to venture out in bad weather by choice because you hope
to win some Bingo bucks, as opposed to venturing out in
that same lousy weather because you volunteer to hand
out Bingo packs and pull tabs.
The person who posted
the sign was likely the unfortunate Bingo manager who
had fielded calls from workers who couldn’t make it,
tried to find substitutes and failed, and finally had to
make the same snowy drive you did so he could hang the
sign and disappoint his players.
If nothing else,
hopefully you can take from this a reminder that it is
always wise during bad weather to CALL AHEAD and make
sure that Bingo—or whatever event you are planning to
attend—is still in session.
A cancellation will still
be a disappointment, but at least it will be a
disappointment from the safety and warmth of your home.
Get this. We’re in the middle of a
break between Bingo sessions when a tow truck pulls up
and the driver walks into the hall and calls out a
woman’s name. A lady walks over and speaks with him and
the two of them go outside. They get in the tow truck
and drive away.
Fifteen minutes later, just as Bingo
is about to start again, the tow truck pulls up (this
time towing a car), drops the lady off, and drives away.
The woman comes back into the hall and begins the second
session of Bingo.
I didn’t think much of it until one
of my friends says, “Now I’ve seen everything.”
“What?” I asked her.
It turns out that on the way to
Bingo, the woman got her car stuck in a ditch up the
road. She left it and walked the rest of the way to
Bingo. Once she got to the hall she called a tow truck
and then proceeded to play Bingo. She asked the tow guy
to try and time it so she could meet him during the
break and then come back to Bingo. It worked out
When Bingo was over one of her friends
gave her a ride home. —Pat K., vi email
I have to hand it to
that woman—she certainly is unflappable! And while I
love Bingo as much as the next player, I don’t think I’m
quite enough of a fan that I could coordinate an
unexpected car accident, a tow truck, and a lift home
with a double Bingo session. Amazing!
If the woman
who did this reads this column—and I’m confident that if
she does, she will surely recognize herself in this
story—I hope she will send me a note or email and tell
us all about this experience. I’m sure we would all love
to hear how she pulled this off! —Aunt Bingo
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