It Never Gets Old

The other day I was a bingo-caller at work. Six of the ladies were sitting around the kitchen table, and I was using the little plastic bingo cage, announcing the lettered numbers as they came rolling out. Unfortunately we don't have any prizes to give away to the winners, so often the ladies come up with their own ideas of what they would like to receive. One week somebody won my car (which I "gratefully relinquished"), but usually they win a nice car or a house or a boat or a ski-doo. On this particular day, however, when we were just about to start the last round, I asked what the big prize for this final game would be. Without missing a beat (and actually interrupting my sentence), the lady right across from me said, "A man." After Sheila won, the other ladies said it was time to hit the streets and start looking for her prize. (Sounds a lot like the 8th Street Cruise to me.) Later that afternoon, they were watching an old musical, and one of the staff members asked what was on. One lady, who is usually quite proper, said, "All I know is there are a lot of good-looking men in it!"
Isn't it comforting to know that this form of excitement never gets old, even if we do?
Oh yeah, and something else...Millie was randomly giving me some relationship advice as we folded towels one evening. She said that the best way to get a man I want is to chase him down with my car. Sounds like good advice to me...ladies, start your engines!