a heart with a twist of lemon

i smell like cigarettes right now. but bingo was worth this minor inconvenience. it just means i might actually have to wash my clothes.

a few blocks down from a trailer park is little canada bingo hall. with entertainment fit for an old person. and it just so happens that i love old people entertainment, like bowling. i also dress like a grandpa from time to time. it seemed as though a number of other people enjoy bingo too. only much more than i do. i would have fit in better if i was a chain smoker, but some older ladies helped me get settled in just fine. i was only playing one sheet which had 6 bingo boards on it. yet the regulars there had over 6 playing sheets spread across the table. they'd move so fast, dabbing colorful paint dots as every number was called. i think that's the fastest i've ever seen an old person move. even after dotting all of their sheets they still had time to check over my shoulder to comment on how i was doing. they probably thought i was doing well since i kept smiling so much. i was just having fun. the regulars seemed like they were so focused on all their cards that they weren't having much fun. my enthusiasm probably reminded them of the good old days when they were still young and innocent and only played with one bingo sheet, much less stressful.

last time i went to the bingo hall was over 4 years ago, i felt as though i was too loud for them and no one wanted me there. this time was different, i felt welcome. yet the outcome was still the same, i won no money. and i smell like cigarettes.