Bingo: the major fund raiser for our school district. When your kid is involved in a high school sport, you are expected to work bingo ~ and they make it worth your while (sort of) by putting money into your child's "account". I didn't have to pay anything for Patrick's soccer camps last spring, but I paid my dues, that's for sure.
Last evening was my second time working bingo. We volunteers have to sell the instants ~ walking around hawking them by name, "50 cent fruits", "50 cent safari". Not all names are so benign. Last year I had to sell ones, "50 cent fourplay" ~ it was wrong. All day yesterday I was bemoaning my job-to-come and reiterating my "50 cent fourplay" embarrassment.
One of the $1.00 instants last night was called "Major Woody". Fortunately you have to be on another level of the Bingo-levels-of-working to sell the $1.00 tickets. None of what we sold last night had embarrassing names, but, of course, I didn't let that stop me. While selling the "50 cent flashboard" I yell out, "50 cent fourplay". Comments were made by the older lady I was walking by..."oh honey, we know what you're thinking about." Why, Oh Why do I do this to myself?
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