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| - The last time I played Bingo was when I was a teen in Ohio hanging with my friend and her mom. Her mom had the trolls and lineup of bingo "cards" on newsprint, and bingo markers. She was as serious as the old ladies in the room, but after observing the strange rituals I was bored after a few rounds.
Bingo here is a whole new level. The same older players (along with a bunch of younger ones), but a very Vegas experience.
The bingo caller, or whatever, looked like she was ready for a press conference, with the professional sound equipment. The numbers appear on electronic boards high on the walls.
I sat at the bingo machine. You get a packet, enter the number from your receipt, then sit back as the caller calls out everyone's numbers but yours. A young woman won 17,000.00 and another won $1000 or more. There were a smattering of $5 to $15 winners.
I found the process slow and...unengaging? Distant? The machines made me feel useless. Maybe I'd enjoy using the papers. The setup was uncomfortable, with little knee room, and the caller was slow as molasses, too, and having a single person circle the room to verify all the winners left looooong gaps between some rounds. I'd have to be retired and bored to come here again. It's a cool looking room, though.
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