VFW Post 9174

Dive bar? You bet you’re sweet patooty!
There was no classification for Marlboro fogged, octogenarian watering hole. Still, you gotta hit up the VFW once in a while if you do not have asthma or can handle a hovering cloud of exhaled nicotine. These people are old school man. The only warning labels on their cigarettes read «Warning, Get your damn hands off of my cigarettes!»
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays everyone shows up like the troops stormin’ Normandy for Bingo night. That’s right, Bingo night.
Now before you go getting on your high horse you need to know a few things.
First of all most of the jackpots are $ 500 and if no one wins in so many calls then the consolation is usually a quarter of that.
Secondly you can buy a bucket of 5 ice cold beers for 10 bucks!
Let me repeat that. You can buy a bucket of 5 ice cold beers for $ 10.
That alone is worth the price of admission which is nothing. And they throw in the war stories for free. I also love it because to these people think I am still a young buck and they want to pinch my cheeks and offer me penny whistles and moon pies.
Next time you can’t think of how to start off your Friday night because your friends won’t get off of work until 9, come on down to Bingo at 5:30 and have a bucket of beer and try to win some cash.
Oh, and don’t bother buying any cigarettes. You won’t need ‘em.