I got up this morning and decided to go to the bingo and for some reason my hubby wanted to go with me. It had been a long time since the both of us had played bingo together and it was nice to spend some quality time. I didn’t have to be at work until later in the afternoon and my hubby decided that he would start his job a little later.
We got to the bingo hall and bought our cards, placing them on the table along with our Tim’s and dabbers. We talked and sipped our coffee while the caller recited the rules of the hall.
I laughed as my hubby recalled the time we went to another bingo hall where a little old lady repeated the numbers as they were being called. It was both annoying and funny, so funny that it just became one of many memories of good times together. Another time we had gone, we had won a thousand dollars. I don’t remember what we did with the money, but at that time we had just started living together and talked about buying a car.
The first game started and as the caller called the numbers and we dabbed it on our cards, I recalled all the times I had gone to bingo, winning a few dollars here and there, nothing to write home about.
My hubby was dabbing and got set, then bitched when his number didn’t come up and someone else yelled, “Bingo!” Then he turned to me and said, “Come on, Lisa, we got to get the jackpot for a trip back to the Caribbean.” I just looked at him and laughed.
But, what he said kinda stuck in my mind and as I was dabbing, visions of last year’s trip to Cuba came flooding my brain with scenes of salty, aquamarine waters that were 30 degrees and higher; white, hot sandy beach as far as the eye could see; and the bright sun burning my skin. As I was dabbing, I was visualizing these things. I started smelling the salt air, feeling my skin burn, and seeing the ocean waves roll in. And when I looked down at one of my cards, it was almost full. I had three numbers and within three calls, I yelled “Bingo!”
I wasn’t sure how much money I had won. I didn’t get too excited as I could have made a mistake on one of my cards, but when the caller yelled out that it was a good bingo, well I started to shake uncontrollably. I covered my face with my hands and cried.