My kids play bingo with the blue hairs at the library each week. Sometime during my drug-induced haze of the last few weeks #11M8 advanced to the final round and beat an old lady, winning a cherry pie. (I did not get any pie).
The kids think nothing of beating one another at a board game, but prevail over an octagenarian with a cane, an oxygen tank and a yellow windbreaker and it’s all they talk about for days. Maybe it’s because the old people cheer and clap for one another when *they* win.