There are several local folks who attend Bingo every week, as it's a hugely fun way to support the Ocracoke Volunteer Fire Department. Some of these ladies have playing Bingo down to a science - bringing their daubers, the exact amount of money required to buy admission, all the specials, and a snack, and their game faces.
But one lady truly raises the bar on playing Bingo like a pro - she arrives with her own pillow (those metal folding chairs are uncomfortable!) and return address labels (which she uses instead of having to hand write her address on the slips winners must complete in order to receive their payout). Now that's preparedness!
On Tuesday afternoons during the Bingo season, the fire truck drives slowly around the village, with someone on board announcing the game time and location over a bullhorn. It goes something like this: "Bingo, bingo, bingo! Tonight at the Fire Hall, doors open at 7:00 and the games start at 7:30. Be there to support the OVFD. Bingo, bingo, bingo! Tonight..." etc. This advertising led to a rather amusing tale of childhood. When my friend Sundae's son Emmet was a young boy, he would play with his toy fire truck, making noises as most children do. Only Emmet didn't make siren sounds. Instead, his noises sounded like this: "Bingo, bingo, bingo!" How sweetly funny is that?
This way to a fun evening...
Mariah Daisy was the youngest (and cutest!) volunteer helper.
Dave Frum called the numbers. No one won the $100 or $500 jackpots, so the numbers increased to 55 for both (for these games, the winner must fill an entire Bingo square within this number of called numbers). So come next week and give it a go!
1 comment:
Aw! Great story about Emmet! I rode around on the fire truck a couple times doing that announcement. Is there anyone on Ocracoke that doesn't know all the words? Haha. Mariah looks adorable! and my dad looks pretty good too! :) Can't wait to join you guys!
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