Transatlantic Bingo (or, The Real Reason I'm Never Sent on Business Trips)

While I've been traipsing about the East Coast, (GF) sent Jessica, "longtime reader/sometimes stringer," on official bingo assignment to England. Not kidding. Armed with a grid boasting my cultural insensitivities, she scavenged with help from our company's London office, and by way of coffee stains.

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I bet if she didn't have to work 26 hours a day while over there, she would have scored a line. I mean, a queue. Whatever.