Angry Bingo Woman: He must be cheating that's how.
Mr. Skin (A.K.A. Satan): Lady, you can't cheat at bingo. If you could, I would, but you can't. I won because I was lucky - lucky to wind up in a town full of losers!
McDonald, Bruce, dir. Highway 61. 1991. Cineplex-Odeon Films (Canada). DVD.
TIME: 7:59 PM
PLACE: St. Augustine’s gym
SUBJECT: My bingo cards and not-so-good luck charm
My good friend called and left a message that she was selling cards at her parish’s Friday night Bingo games this evening and wanted to know if I would come join her to play after her shift. So, I unearthed my magnetic bingo chips and my good luck charm (My good luck charm is that little police guy in the upper right corner. He is a toy from a kids meal I ate after taking the final section of the CPA exam in May of 1989. That August I found out that I had passed on my first sitting.) Everyone owns their own personal bingo chips, right? Don’t you judge me! When I arrived, I found out that sheets of paper cards and round daubers are what is hip and in use now. Phhht! They still had the option of using the “hard cards” and since I’m old school, that’s what I used. I was the only one in the entire hall using those type of cards. You would of thought it would have given me a little advantage. You would of thought wrong. It didn’t help. I was still a loser. Thank god they served beer.