THE SCENE: Your local retirement complex, on any given Tuesday evening.
"I-19."
"G-53."
"B-2."
"BIG! I spelled B-I-G!"
"It's BINGO, Mrs. Brown. Not BIG. Keep playing. O-70."
"GOBI! GOBI over here!"
"I'm sorry, no."
"It's a desert! I'm not making it up this time!"
"It is a desert, yes. But it's not BINGO. O-68."
"B-*sigh*. B-14."
"BOOB! BOOB! B-O-O-B, boooooob!"
"Mr. Reynolds, no. And let go of Mrs. Harrison's shawl. We've discussed this. N-37."
"Nothing? No one has a bingo yet? G-55."
"I-22. Anyone?"
"N-44?... Meh. Fine, what have you got?"
"I got a BOOG."
"BIGGIO?"
"BOOBING! BOOBING! BOOBING!"
"CHECKMATE! King me already, ya mensch, ya."
"GIBBON!"
"Close enough, GIBBON it is. Extra applesauce for Mrs. Graham tonight. Can we watch Jeopardy now?"
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