It was another interesting night at the VFW bingo. We knew things would be crazy this week because it was the first Thursday of the month. And we all know what that means: their checks game a few days ago, so they have more money and can go to bingo. Tonight's interesting event was totally first-of-the-month related, and truthfully it shouldn't really fall into the "interesting" category, but it made for some interesting talk among us workers tonight. A few weeks ago we had to deal with the old man that was faking the hiccups; tonight we had to deal with The Cougher.
The Cougher must be stll in the deep throes of a wicked upper respiratory infection because he's been hacking his head off for over a month now. We're not talking a dry, tickle-in-your-throat cough; we're talking a deep, hack-up-a-piece-of-your-lung cough. The Cougher must have anticipated that he was going to be coughing all night because he just sat at the table and watched while his wife and friends played. We noticed that he's done this for three weeks now. And for three weeks, he's been hacking his head off. He was way more annoying than the man with the fake hiccups - I guess because his bodily noise was borderline gross. I'm very surprised that people didn't go off on him like they did the hiccup man. I know I wanted to.
There is an interesting side note about The Cougher - he's probably in his 60's and he still has Jheri Curls. That's kinda cool.
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