When I was in college, I took a geology class with a goofy friend named Damien. He was a terrible student (really atrocious) and only lasted one year at the university. Anyway, the geology professor was old as dirt, or maybe limestone, and talked in a monotone. The class was in a small, dated auditorium/lecture hall.
So one day, the professor was listing numbers of something or other. I can't recall exactly what. Maybe dates, or melting temperatures or densities... who knows?
"75, 86, 22, 197, 45, 38, (all in monotone, mind you) 165, 11..."
All the students were dutifully taking notes while trying not to fall asleep when Damien STOOD UP! and shouted joyfully, "Bingo!"
It still makes me smile. He was a fun guy to party with. Not that great at the studying though.
I tell that story because the "calls" are going out for August A-100 right now. And numbers are on my mind. If only 50 people would go DNC. I have a feeling that's as likely as getting Bingo in a Geology class. 1, 2, 3, 55, 57, 62... ?!