I was sent a photo of some friends playing bingo while I was travelling and I saw all of the good times I had there in that picture. I could almost smell the awful curry from the café in the air and hear the caller's voice and the pages being flipped for the next game.
The photo said things like fun, excitement, winning, losing, friends and family. The photo reminds me of sneaking off for an afternoon session and dabbing more cards than I could keep up with.
I was transported to the moments that I spent rolling my eyes at my mother-in-law and all the time she spends blaming the caller for her losses and the thoughts that she has about being marked by the club causing her to have bad luck.
I saw eating a quick dinner and rushing out to the cab to make it to bingo on time. All the big prizes on Friday nights and free bingo days are things that make my club so great.
Most of all that photo says my lucky table is waiting for me, mother-in-law and all.
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