So, the strangest thing just happened.
Tonight J and I went out for some meatless (for me, anyway) Mexican food in celebration of Good Friday and the end of (yet another) stressful work week.
Before diving into work and wedding stuff, he and I wanted to take a little break. Too cold for a walk and too late for a movie, we were at a loss for what to do. For shits and giggles, I suggested that we walk across the street to our local American Legion post and play a quick game of “7:30 Friday Nite BINGO” (sic). J, desperate for any activity that doesn’t involve the brief he’s supposed to write, agreed to head over with me for a game or two.
Now, here’s where the weirdness began…
The parking lot was absolutely full of cars – lots of big, shiny Oldsmobiles. (This indicated to me that there were a number of senior citizens inside.) Also, the lights were on and I heard plenty of noise.
It was now 7:24 p.m. (Don’t worry. That fact will become important in one more second.)
The kicker was that the door was locked.
We tried the door a couple of times, knocked and even walked around the back of the building through the scary alleyway. Nothing.
At 7:29 p.m., a gentleman clad in an American Legion jacket came out through the door. I raced over to him and grabbed (unsuccessfully) at the door before it snapped closed behind him.
Here’s the conversation that ensued:
Me: Excuse me, sir. Is there BINGO tonight?
Him: Yes.
Me: The door is locked. Can we get in?
Him: No. It’s already started. You’re late. (Note: It’s 7:29 p.m. BINGO is supposed to start at 7:30 p.m.)
Me: Really?
Him: We’re all full. Try again next Friday.
Then, he walked away, as J and I stood in stunned silence.
Huh?
On one hand, I’m very pleased that the Legion has such incredible demand for BINGO. The Legion is, after all, a very valuable non-profit veterans’ organization that provides a great deal of support to veterans and charities all over the world. Money raised at this BINGO game will, no doubt, go to a very worthy cause. On the other hand, I’m saddened that I was actually turned away at the door – from friggin’ BINGO. Yep. This seals the deal. I am tragically uncool.
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