Made my way down to the computer to check my mail- one computer in the Rec Room.
Where they are running bingo.
I am surrounded by shapeless, ancient mummies peering at their cards, if they are not asleep and snoring, drooling on their cards.
They can’t hear the caller as she shouts, so every number is up for irascible debate.
The room smells like gray, wrinkled, precambrian ass.
I’m leaving now.