Paul gave me three Xmas scratch-off tickets to redeem for $1 each because he’s too snooty to frequent convenience stores any more – but thanks! He didn’t ask for anything in return, but my wallet was too full of money, so I threw bills at him and we both walked away happy. You should hang out with me more – sometimes my wallet needs draining.
Anyway, I forgot about them until this morning, when I woke up from a dream in which I scratched a ticket and won $25,000. That seemed to fit the definition of auspicious, so I hustled Paul’s winnings over to the 7-11 and turned them into a fresh ticket. I furtively scratched it on the way to work at Liberty this afternoon – furtively because everyone knows that lotteries are a tax on people who are bad at math and I can’t go through life with people thinking that about me.
It turns out that, like most lottery tickets, this one was worthless, which was mildly disappointing and also a huge relief. Had I actually won something untrivial – especially had I actually won $25K – then I’d have to wonder if the rules had changed, and who wants to be pestered with thoughts like that? “So now I’m the guy who dreams about lottery numbers?” Awesome. Things could not be triter. In any case, dreams are for entertainment purposes only.
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