I HATE BINGO.

I just got back from Cape Breton Today. Today was ok,but Friday night...*sigh* was BINGO NIGHT!At first i thought it would be fun because my Step Grandmother told me to go and that i would have a good time...she was horribly...horribly wrong. after about the first 30 or fourty games...i started to hallucinate. My eyes were red and i felt drunk...Now i know why so many Old People go. But it was a bad time. My mom asked if i was having an allergic reaction to something...i said "Yeah...i'm allergic to something...OLD PEOPLE!" i couldn't wait any longer to get out of that old person paradise. They were starting t get rowdy from the bingo playing.Now the trick was getting out. i was carefully walking to the exit scared if i touched someone i would kill them and they would fall and cause a chain reaction knocking over and killing all of the old people in the building. I finally escaped the chamber of the slow walking fragile people.Now to escape the parking lot. And you all know how old people drive...they dont care what they hit,they have to be home in time for Matlock. We were almost hit by the savages several times those Gambling,Matlock loving bastards.