The residents of the Autumn Years Rest Home were playing bingo when the earth quake hit. The chairs and table started shaking and the bingo cards went flying across the room.
The reaction of the crowd was more devastating than any after shock could be.
“What the hell? Who shook the table? Was it you Wolf? I had one number left for a bingo. Whoever did this is a poor sport.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way. I was just going to raise my hand and yell bingo. I knew B2 was coming up. And then some idiot shook my chair and I ended up on the floor with my bingo card.”
“Your chair shook too? So did mine. How could anyone shake all the chairs at the same time?”
“And look at the bingo caller. Her balls all spilled out of the board. What is going on here?”
Frank ran into the room at that moment: “Listen up everyone. Get under the table. We are having an earthquake. We must take shelter immediately.”
“Under the table? You have to be kidding. I could not fit under any table. And if I could, I would never be able to get back up again. What? Are you nuts?”
“Nonsense. We don’t get earthquakes on the East Coast. Where do you think we are, California?”
“I am not kidding you. Turn on the TV.”
The news reporter was in Washington DC, announcing that the Capitol and Pentagon were being evacuated. The quake was felt all the way from Georgia to Ontario, Canada.
“I think this is a hoax. The Government is a mess, so they have to cook up something else for us to worry about. I don’t believe it for a second.”
“Well, then, what shook our chairs? We all felt it.”
Just then, Gordon walked into the room. He mentioned that he was quite gaseous, after eating baked beans for lunch.
The group knew immediately what had happened. The gas bag Gordon caused the quake. He was black balled from Bingo for the rest of the week.