- Joined
- Aug 21, 2022
Especially considering a lot of the books are set up that the number in each column only appears on one of the 3 cards in the column (and every number is somewhere on those 3 cards - except for the 'N' column, as the 3 FREE squares take up spaces that 3 numbers would). So (for example), if I-18 is called, you scan down the 'I' column, and as soon as the 18 is found, you're done. Plus they often have cameras set up that point to the ball in the rack thingy before the caller picks it up and announces it. So you can see the next ball on the wall-mounted TV screens before it's called, giving you even more time to find it on the card.Bingo halls… the natural pasture of many a deathfat cow. I worked years at bingo halls for charities and 95% of the clientele were deathfats.
When I wasn’t paying out winners or selling extra cards, I was ferrying food… huge trays and platters of the nastiest, grease laden food going and it never stopped. Amber will feel right at home.
She couldn’t keep up with a mere three cards? A voracious reader such as she claims to be should easily track a dozen or more.
And yes, bingo is bloody addictive.
A bit of TMI, but a few times that I 'babysat' my Nonna (for lack of a better word), she wanted to go to bingo. Fortunately, I was able to stay without having to play, as long as I didn't talk (those bingo HAGS will BEAT YOU TO DEATH with their bags of 10,000 bingo dabbers if you do so little as sigh too loudly). I guess it was because I was the chauffeur/caretaker to one of their players. What a fucking depressing place: Deathfats on scooty-puffs with dozens of grimy stuffed keychains hanging off of it. Buying extra books and playing like, 6-7 of the 3-packs while also playing extra games on the terminals (tablet-thingies on the desks at some halls) or buying those tickets you peel to try and get 3 in a row. Stuffing themselves with chicken nuggies, onion rings, french fries, spring rolls, and whatever other disgusting slop can be run through a deep fryer at the snack bar. You couldn't turn in any direction without seeing someone like Amber running a six strip with one hand, and stuffing in a greasy BLT with the other. IMO, bingo halls are only beaten by the worst long term rehab facilities and state-run nursing homes in regards to how disgusting and soul-sucking they feel.
Hopefully for Amber's sake, her lack of attention span and inability to monitor the bare minimum number of cards means that she gives up the idea of her being a career bingo player. It would just be destructive with no entertainment value.
The shower looks to be the same width as the door frame behind her (and we already know how she fits through those). I'm guessing she has as much room in there to move around as an average person were to have if they were in a shower stall that was as small as those toilets in the Japanese micro apartments: