Time
What time is it?
It’s
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BUNCO TIME!
The two-car garage is now a tight two-car garage after Heather had a flurry of cleaning the detritus left by the former owner. Some things she left were useful: tools, potting soil and spare paint. Now neatly arranged on a plastic shelving system assembled by Heather.
Things that were not useful included a for-sale-by-owner sign, ugly chairs, a cat brush, old mops, poles we couldn’t figure out a purpose for, and the bunco sign.
What is bunco, you may well ask?
I didn’t know. Not until I consulted my somewhat trusty friend, wikipedia.
My favorite part: In recent years, the game has seen a resurgence in popularity in America, particularly with affluent suburban women.
Yeah, that about sums it up. Bye bye, bunco.
I am always impressed by your vocabulary. Detritus, eh? I was just calling it crap.
ya know, joanne from the trb would love that sign. for real. if you still have it, maybe you could airborn it to indiana?
Tell me Joanne does not play bunco!
I’m sorry; that pic of the sign was us throwing it in the trash. It is gone.
interestingly enough, Bunco is also a popular activity among nursing home residents.
Any game popular among affluent suburban women has to be avoided at all costs. I imagine a group of four neatly dressed white women sitting in a sun-drenched parlour throwing dice, drinking ice tea, and gossipping about the wild sex lives of the less affluent neighbors who don’t play Bunco as a time-waster while waiting for their power broker husbands to come home from the golf junket to Palm Springs.
Matthew’s description is right on target … or pretty close … it’s the life most of these ladies dream of, if they don’t already have it …