Hello, and welcome to another rousing round of Saturday Steals!

To participate, simply:

1) Steal a steal.

2) Write a post about it on your blog, mentioning that you’re participating in Saturday Steals (you can steal the above image if you so desire), and

3) Add the link to said post to the list at the bottom of this post.

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A few days ago I got a call from a nice lady here in Mayberry. She was wondering if I wanted to come to her house as a last-minute fill-in for Bunco the next evening.

For those of you who don’t know what Bunco is…you should look it up.

But if you can’t be bothered with such trivialities, just imagine Bunco as a sort of bridge club, except instead of cards there are dice, and instead of geriatric denture-wearers leisurely sipping sweet tea there are twelve exhausted housewives convening after putting the kiddos to bed switching between three different tables every two minutes or so.

It’s fast-paced. It’s insane. And it’s lots of fun.

The Bunco routine is quite complicated, and any attempt at explaining it would fall terribly short, I’m sure, but the regulars have it down to a fine art. Every player brings $12, which goes into a pot to pay for snacks and prizes—everyone gets to eat the snacks, but only four women leave with prizes. I still don’t know quite how it all works, because my brain immediately turns to stone when forced to deal with any series of numbers (I can spell onomatopoeia backwards in French with nothing but my bare tongue, but ask me to add double-digit numbers and I will sit there looking at my fingers for the answers like I used to back in third grade).

ANYWAY…the evening turned out to be really fun. Not only did I get to meet some nice new ladies (women? girls? I never know how to classify myself and my peers), but none of them even snubbed me! (I confess I was expecting to be snubbed—not because Mayberry has such an abundance of snobbish women/girls/ladies, but because of my inability to be cool in any sort of female group situation.) I even left feeling warm inside, like I had just made a few new friends.

Then again, that may’ve been gas—not altogether unlikely, considering the inordinate quantities of Russel Stover sugar-free chocolate I consumed during the two hours I was there (curse you, Maltitol).

But no, I think it really was the camaraderie.

At any rate, new friends are fine and dandy, but the REAL score of the night was this:

Approximately one second before the bell rang to end the final round of the night, I rolled triple sixes—which was a Bunco—and made mine the last Bunco of the evening.

And apparently, in Bunco, that’s just the sort of dice-rolling coup that lands a girl a $30 gift certificate to the local hair salon.

That’s more than a 50% return on my investment! [I think. Quick, someone with a brain: crunch the numbers for me.]

Considering my fringe has had me looking suspiciously like a Sesame Street costume for the past month or so…

…I’d call that a steal.

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