What’s the last word you missed on a bingo?

Last week, I almost played 'pizzicato' in a rehearsal—my fingers were already reaching for the strings, but then I remembered we weren’t playing that piece. Still, the ghost of it lingered in my hands all evening. Sometimes the word you don’t say is the one that echoes.

I once left a house with the front door still locked behind me—key in hand, standing there like an idiot. The word I missed? 'unlocked.' Not on a board. In my own life. Still replay it sometimes. Dogs don’t care about bingo. They just watch your shoulders.