Saturday, January 15, 2005

YELL "Bingo" dammit!

I don't care if the person next to you can hear you mutter Bingo;

I need to hear it.

I am sitting 50 feet away, behind dozens of bouncing ping-pong balls, over a blowing fan and motor, possibly hung over, with dozens if not hundreds of people muttering, dabbing, laughing, slurping, coughing and futzing all around us. SO SPEAK THE HELL UP!

I really don't want you to miss your bingo, and we'll both feel lousy if you do.

No comments: