Thrills And Bingo At The Christmas Dinner...Living It Up!

Tonight I went to a Christmas dinner that—according to the invitation—was scheduled to last two and a half hours.  As I was driving to the hospital (yes, the dinner was at a hospital) I thought to myself, “Why is this dinner scheduled to last so long?  What are we going to be doing for two and a half hours?”

After we finished the dinner, my questions were answered.  Bingo cards were passed out and several rousing, crazy, full-contact rounds were played!

Yep, I know.  I feel the same way.  It’s hard to believe that a guy can be living this kind of thrill-a-minute existence, huh?

I'm Not Yet One Of The Seniors

I look at least 15 years older than my actual age (which is 54). In Florida—where I’m taking a break—this creates mildly irritating situations for me because the retired seniors think I’m one of them.

Seventy-five to eighty year old women flirt with me. “I’m going to bingo tonight at the V.F.W. Maybe I’ll see you there.”

Senior men chuckle and make references to Tommy Dorsey music while shaking their heads and saying, “Peanuts Hucko played a mean clarinet, if you know what I mean.”

I don’t know what they mean!

Today, while standing in line, a senior said to me: “Are you a snowbird or a full-timer?”

Me: “Neither. I’m not retired I’m just here for vacation.”

Senior: “What? When are you going to retire? You can’t put it off forever, you know.”

Me: “I’m not putting it off, I’m only 54 years old.”

Senior: (Looks me over carefully and with a slight amount of sadness and disbelief.) “That’s too bad.”

I guess it’s probably best if I don’t talk to strangers.