bingo

My friend and I were walking back to the car after dinner last night and passed a senior living facility. We could see a well-lit room with rows of people playing bingo.

I wondered if they really enjoyed playing bingo or if, by default, it was just assumed that they liked playing it because they’re over the age of 70. Then, I wondered if bingo was a game they played in the younger years of their lives or, if it was something they aged into. And, I also wondered if I would some day hit a magical age at which I would have an overwhelming desire to play bingo.