The familiar rattle of plastic discs being shaken in a plastic container can be heard from the street corner. A number was called, followed by light banter, a few laughs, more small talk and then it was “Bingo!”.
It was a ladies’ club in the small rural town of Babatngon. Bingo was their pastime on a daily basis. One lady said it was better than staying home doing nothing, while another interjected that as long as they were there, there’d be no issues with innuendos. Small talk goes around very quickly in a small town.
Having a male senior citizen join their game made him the butt of their jokes, but he always knew how to respond, using adult language that would be classified as R-18.
There were children around who could hear the loaded verbal exchanges, but they’ll have a lot of growing up to do before they can understand a word being said.
Each player brought their own set of cards and each card in play was P1.00 in the pot. The winner of each game wins a percentage of the total pot.
Aside from bringing their own cards, they brought along their own markers. One of them brought colored glass.
Another had a purse of old coins.
This chap still has his jar of shiny black and white flat bottomed marbles.
And those others who didn’t have their own markers had to make do with the pebbles that were provided in-house.
And then another day will pass.