I won’t insult anyone by saying I never win anything. I have won a thing or two in my day but I NEVER WIN at Bingo!
never used to bother me because I enjoy playing. I enjoy the suspense. I
like waiting breathlessly for the caller to say B-5 or N-27 — the last
number I need for Bingo. And usually, it just doesn’t happen.
I found out I’m pretty much a poor loser when there are big-ticket items involved — like, let’s say, purses.
attended the first Canal Days Purse Bingo and I was so excited. Some
people are into shoes, some people are into hats — I love purses! I
don’t have a lot. Just a few select ones I just couldn’t live without.
went to the Purse Bingo with a friend and we found a few more to sit
with and then we were off. The caller was flying through the balls and
still no Bingo. A few cards held only two or three sad little dabs. When
the purse I had my eye on came up the butterflies started in my stomach
and I held my breath with each new call. I just had to have that purse!
Well, that didn’t happen and I am ashamed to say it made me a little angry. OK, I was mad. I wanted that purse!
So, the rest of the games I pouted as purse after purse went to someone else. All I wanted was the Bingo madness to stop.
on the way home, the lady who won my purse was walking north on Main
Street toward my house. Hmm. I had a few evil thoughts and then I went
home and pouted some more.
Bingo returned to Canal Days the next
two years and every time someone asked me if I was going to play, I just
shook my head and said I had to be somewhere else. Why put myself
through all that? I was also a little embarrassed by my own actions and
feelings the first time. Really, Nancy. Pouting over Purse Bingo?
as I walked over to the park Friday I just talked myself right into
playing a few games and then moving on because I had work to do.
I first caroused the Bingo Tent all the seats were full and I just took
some pictures and then walked around and took some more. Whew. Now I
didn’t even have to deal with it.
When I made my way to the tent a
second time, there was a seat right on the edge, right where I wanted
to be and it seemed like fate. “Come and play,” the Bingo Tent called to
I got out the money I was willing to donate and settled in. I
went through four or five games playing two cards each and nothing. I
expected no less. And then — it happened. I got a Bingo — four corners!
I made my money back and more and even got a cool little
magnetic bingo card holder which came in handy because it was a little
So I kept playing. A few rounds later it happened again. The same four-corner Bingo!
Wow, I was on a roll. I pocketed my money and gave away the magnetic card holder and got a little more comfortable.
It’s always more fun when you’re winning. It doesn’t sound all warm and fuzzy, but it’s true. You know it and I know it.
my third Bingo, people were still happy for me but I could tell they
probably didn’t want to hear my voice again unless it was to chat.
left the Bingo tent with a little more money than I started with and a
light heart. I was the Bingo Queen! It’s the little things, you know.
hope I have overcome that little green monster that made me feel so
angry and jealous when I didn’t win that purse. I will now confess my
other “purse incident.” Thanksgiving in some year that began with 2000,
we had a group gift exchange. You had to choose a gift that started with
the third letter of your first name. I picked all kinds of nail polish
and other accessories for a good manicure.
We all drew numbers and
I was No. 1. I had my eye on a package and since I was first, I went
for it. IT WAS A PURSE! It was sooooo cute. I fell in love instantly.
Then the next person stole it from me. Whah?!? Since I was No. 1, I had
to wait until everyone else went and then I was left with the last gift.
You know exactly what I got. It was mine! I don’t even have long
fingernails and I don’t paint them. Bummer!
I’m not like that in
any other instance. I love it when good things happen to other people, I
just wanted it to happen to me that time. Oh, and the Purse Bingo time.