
Below is a message received by our friends Andy and Tim that run the 333 Bed & Breakfast in Palm Springs. The guy who wrote the letter stayed at the B & B and came to bingo. I guess he tried to play bingo the "Legendary Bingo" way at a real casino and ran into some trouble. I am still laughing.
To Whom It May Concern,
Although I appreciate the effort Belle Aire went to in order to teach me
to play bingo, she is sooo sweet!...I have to tell you that not everyone
here appreciates or understands the "call backs".
I'm sure I did everything right, as I had practiced the call backs
the night before, even practicing wadding up my paper and trying to hit a
target.
I couldn't understand why people were staring at me as I never missed a
call back while many others did. APPARENTLY, the BIG problem arose when
on B-11, I good naturedly attempted to assist some ladies who appeared
reluctant to achieve the legs to heaven positon.
I was ultimately escorted OUT of the Morongo Casino where I was met
by Indian Reservation Security, the County Sheriff's Department, the irate
president of the Michael Jackson Fan Club, and a member of Homeland
Security. (It seems that "Pelt her, Pelt her" could be construed as a
terrorist act.)
So, you can tell that bingo bitch from hell that because of HER...I
am banned from Morongo Casino for life, I'm on the "no-fly" list for
domestic flights within the continental United States, and am currently
undergoing a rather extensive psychiatric evaluation.
Quack quack,
Jan