Saturday, March 31, 2012

We can't stop here

There is nothing more exciting than a lottery ticket before its numbers have been checked.

I, along with tens of millions of others, have a mega-millions ticket stuck to my fridge or balled up in my wallet and lost on the passenger seat of my car. I have had the same what if conversations with people, promising to do good with some of the money, save most, and then waste the rest on frivolities. These dreams are possible because until I find out what the winning numbers are I might I have won. In fact, I haven't lost until someone or something tells me I have lost. No one has.

As each number is drawn that pool of winners gets smaller. Larger and larger groups of us have to go back to work on Monday. I am out $1. Less than the price of a soda.

But I did not get nothing for this moderate investment. I shared in a nationwide fantasy, in which there is an incredibly small chance that all my (monetary) problems simply go away. One whole set of adult worries are taken care of, to be replaced by another, more interesting set. Foolishness, frivolity, dreams, and how to dodge the media's attention.

Not bad for $1.

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This post is brought to you by a losing ticket and having just watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

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