Hick played bingo again Wednesday night. I swear, he reminds me of Charlie Brown kicking the football held by Lucy. Every week he shows up, ready to win that grand price! Only to have his hopes dashed at the last minute. At least he gets to enjoy some good food while pursuing his folly.
"Buffalo pizza pretty good"
"Looks really good, if not too spicy."
"Pizza was really good and not spicy"
The pizza was topped with buffalo chicken, not actual buffalo, heh, heh! In case anybody has been shacking up under a rock with the GEICO caveman for 15 years, that's white meat chicken coated in hot sauce. Anyhoo... there was also cheese, and a drizzle of ranch dressing.
"The price is a fire pit but it's in box so no picture sorry"
As usual, that's Hick's own grammar and punctuation. When he got home, I asked if he won. As if he wouldn't have barged through the door declaring that loudly if he had!
"No. I was one letter off! I only needed ONE, and then a lady yelled BINGO!"
Oh, well. We don't really need a fire pit. We have 20 contiguous acres. Plus another 10 up the road. I'm sure Hick can find a place to build a fire. He's already got his burn pile area over by the BARn.
To win the grand "price," you have to get an X on your bingo card. I'm sure Hick will continue to try. Don't cost nothin'. Except $11 for a pizza, and something for an accompanying beverage. Then again, Hick could play without food and drink for free. I don't see that happening.