Archie was an old man with a plan.
But not the only one.
“G55,” yelled the blue haired biddy reading the plastic ball.
“Bingo!” shouted Lenny Buckwald. The crowd applauded as he hobbled up to collect his reward.
Lenny grabbed the cash stuffed envelope, sashayed over to the always elegant Donna Lee and escorted her away, no doubt to paint their retirement village red.
Archie fumed. It was a scam. He knew because he had come up with it first.
“Thought we had a deal?” The blue haired biddy shrugged, “You bribed me with cheap gin. Lenny came with champagne.”
The Weekday One Hundred 