Sep 09 2009
Stop Cluttering Up My Bingo Space
Naomi Jones
Parishioner, St. Michael the Archangel Parish
Okay, first of all, I’ve been sitting in this here folding chair for thirty-eight years running every Tuesday night. The claim has been staked. And I’ve sealed enough envelopes at Rosary Altar Society meetings and trundled enough cupcakes to bake sales to have earned a little respect, thank you.
Listen, if you want to hang around chatting during the paper card calls while I work the dauber like the pro I am, that’s fine. But once we start getting into the $500 coveralls, I’d appreciate it if you did not clutter up my hard-earned Bingo real estate.
This troll doll? Shouldn’t be touched. That little fan of holy cards there and the mug with pictures of my grandchildren? Shouldn’t be touched. By anything, let alone your mini-St. Jude statue. You are likely perfectly capable of setting up your ceramic leprechauns and “I (Heart) Bingo” keychain without completely upsetting my non-skid card mat.
Oh, and God bless.
