Nancy's Luck Returns

 Ever have one of those nights?  I think I tend to have more than my share.  There's nothing like fighting the time change ... trying to stay on the OLD schedule, while dealing with California who insists on messing up the entire galaxy.  To make it even better, it's Bingo night.  So let's get to it!  Sunrise is here.

I was finally informed that the reason the Department of Motor Vehicles didn't care about the VIN number on my Jeep is because it's not a commercial vehicle.  All pickup trucks in California are considered commercial vehicles so they can get twice the money out of your pocket.  Trailers are handled the same way.

It used to be a very simple process.  You went to the office, they came out and signed it off.  Done.  Now you have to send out an email request, which happened four weeks ago.  After two weeks of waiting, I got a response, telling me all the information they needed.  I sent a second email.

Another week goes by and I get a response ... and AN APPOINTMENT ... for yesterday morning at 9:00.  Nancy's luck returns.  No one showed up, though I waited for three hours.  I finally called the office to be told ... Oh Gee ... we never do appointments on Tuesdays because it's training day.

Ummmm but I have the email you sent telling me the EXACT date and time.  They were not the least bit helpful and told me all I could do was request yet ANOTHER appointment by email.  I was furious, but what could I do.  I sent another email.  Heck ... I'm just going to keep it registered in Arizona.  There are no CHP officers around here to write up tickets for anything anyway!!

Our next stop ... topping off the day right nicely ... was BINGO!!  Was it a full moon or something?  My Castle Counter of Cards had another very important date, so my Fairy Godmother took over.  Trouble is, she's gone after one hour, and I have 2-1/2 hours of selling to get through.  Oh the pain!!!

I don't know where all the new players are coming from, but there's a lot of them.  Every group that holds Bingo has different papers, different ways of winning and different rules.  Explaining things takes time, which makes the natives restless.  Tempers flare.  

 Most times, that's deflected right to my table.  Why oh why do about ten of them not buy their cards all at once.  They get the buy-in of two cards, then return 3 or 5 times more to get just the one with the winning number. 

 They get on their phone to check their bank and gift card balances in order to spend every penny.  I even heard one gal threaten someone on the phone (I think it was her mother) if they didn't deposit $5.00 in her account.  Wow!!!!

 If you return to buy more of certain cards, you have to bring your receipt with you.  Guess how many don't do that!  The first card costs $5.00 ... every one after that, $2.00. I don't know why because I don't make the rules.  Many will try to say they already paid the $5.00 and want them all for $2.00.  The receipt tells the tale.  It also brings out the animal because they have to go GET the receipt.  

The fight was ON!!  "You KNOW I just bought my cards".  I'm sorry, but everyone has to bring their receipt.  If I let you go by, I'll instantly have ten more people up here doing the same thing.  It's the rules.  You would think I stole her first child.  She threw a nice tantrum, along with her papers.  Not very far, because ... well ... she's no Cy Young or Nolan Ryan, or Blake Snell for that matter.  

She finally got her receipt and stomped off with one more card.  Is it a full moon??  The little problems and complaints continued through the night.  I actually counted ... one lady came back to the table to buy more cards a total of ELEVEN times!!

To top off the night, my usual fabulous corn dog dinner was NOT cooked to perfection.  It was cold in the middle.  Too bad, so sad ... I was left at the table by myself the rest of the night and couldn't get another one.  However ... the M&M's I got from one of the Knights was a sufficient replacement.

The time change kicked in again since it means I'm up at the same time, but Bingo lasts one hour longer.  I didn't hit the sheets until midnight.  Boy oh boy am I tired.  I'll probably take a nice nap ... interrupted many times by checking my email for an appointment from the CHP Office.

I hope you have a wonderful day, NOT filled with Nancy's luck!