ohsostrange's Blog

I discovered on this trip to Vegas that when somebody dies while playing Bingo, the game doesn't stop.

I'm sitting in the Plaza's Bingo Room, when this woman stands up and falls over backward—dead as a doornail.  The way I know she was dead and not injured is that two security guards swooped in and one picked her up by the arms and the other by the legs and they carted her off like a big lumpy sack of potatoes, which is not how you treat somebody...