Okay, I bought five lottery tickets, and guess what? I won! Yup, yours truly won $23, all on a quick-pick. I hi-fived the universe, and did the chortle dance. The kind folks at Fred Meyer gave me my cash up front, but nobody took my picture or anything. The lady who paid me said that they only take photos of the big winners. Twenty-three smackeroos doesn’t quality.
I guess it’s obvious that I don’t buy a lot of lottery tickets. But all week, I kept hearing commercials for the lottery, and then my horoscope said that yesterday was the big day to be lucky, and so I figured, what they hey, I’ll give it a shot. And you know, I FELT lucky. Maybe not megazillions lucky, but pretty good. I was in the flow. Right up to the point where the lady told me how much I’d won. I was tickled for about half a second; then she handed me the money and it was all over. By the time I got back to my car, I realized that the feeling of anticipating luck was better the actuality of it. I’m sure I’d feel differently if I was an instant megazillionaire and getting my picture taken, but it’s still a good day.
