I stood quietly, overwhelmed in the moment. Staring across the sea of magazine stands and book shelves at the terminal that would soon determine my fate. This was a motion that I'd repeated many many times beforehand, but this time it felt different. Like anything was possible. People passed me by, never once paying any attention. They didn't care and why should they?
The day started as any other work day would. A groggy stammered start to a shortened work week. The long weekend had just come to an end, but my long weekend was just too short. I'd spent most of my Saturday at the Veterinarian College, where I took my sick cat in for some much needed tests. So despite having the extra day off, I still felt completely spent.
Feeling much better after his stressful ordeal, my cat came to see me off, as he often does in the mornings. It makes me feel better seeing his fuzzy face lurking out the front window as I pull out of the driveway. This morning he was extra attentive, almost as if he were trying to talk me out of leaving. "Believe me," I said to him, "If I could afford not to work anymore, I'd gladly spend my days at home with you. Maybe I'll check my lottery ticket on the way home. You never know...."
The thought never entered my mind again until I overheard someone talking about the lottery at work. "Someone in the city, here, won the $14 million." he said. After that, it was all I could think about. Usually, when something like this occurs, where it's known that a local resident has won a substantial win fall, I pay no mind. Reality, of course, sets in and I know in my bones that I never won the jackpot, and the proof is in the pudding, as I still work a nine-to-five job, rather than gallivanting across the globe. However, this day felt different.
Feeling much better after his stressful ordeal, my cat came to see me off, as he often does in the mornings. It makes me feel better seeing his fuzzy face lurking out the front window as I pull out of the driveway. This morning he was extra attentive, almost as if he were trying to talk me out of leaving. "Believe me," I said to him, "If I could afford not to work anymore, I'd gladly spend my days at home with you. Maybe I'll check my lottery ticket on the way home. You never know...."
The thought never entered my mind again until I overheard someone talking about the lottery at work. "Someone in the city, here, won the $14 million." he said. After that, it was all I could think about. Usually, when something like this occurs, where it's known that a local resident has won a substantial win fall, I pay no mind. Reality, of course, sets in and I know in my bones that I never won the jackpot, and the proof is in the pudding, as I still work a nine-to-five job, rather than gallivanting across the globe. However, this day felt different.
In the past, I've mentioned something I refer to as "Jeffy's Law". It's similar to Murphy's Law, only Jeffy's Law is: Anything of equal of greater value will happen to me. For instance, I received a $900 tax return many many years ago, then had my car breakdown to the tune of a $1200 repair. For every good, something much worse will occur. So naturally, I thought given all the bad shit I've had to endure this year, that perhaps something good would come of it.
So all day long, I thought about the financial freedoms that might come upon me. What I'd do with this... What I'd do about that.... I thought about the television program that I'd develop and sell to TLC. (I figured if they gave a show to that idiot Honey Boo Boo, whoever the f*ck that is, that they'd have to give me a show. My show is pure genius!!)
So all the thoughts and warm regards of my day culminated to that one moment. The fleeting few seconds that found me standing in the drug store, looking across the field of magazines and hard cover books, to the lottery number verifier terminal. In a few moments I'd find out if I was a winner or not...
I held my breath as I placed the unfolded ticket under the scanner. Then it happened. BEEP!!
Wednesday morning began like any other workday. I was groggy and stammering to put my work shoes on. My cat, saw me off and I waved as I drove away. Needless to say, I didn't win f*ck all. Not even a free play. I'm the same loser I was before, working a nine-to-five job and livin' the dream!
So all day long, I thought about the financial freedoms that might come upon me. What I'd do with this... What I'd do about that.... I thought about the television program that I'd develop and sell to TLC. (I figured if they gave a show to that idiot Honey Boo Boo, whoever the f*ck that is, that they'd have to give me a show. My show is pure genius!!)
So all the thoughts and warm regards of my day culminated to that one moment. The fleeting few seconds that found me standing in the drug store, looking across the field of magazines and hard cover books, to the lottery number verifier terminal. In a few moments I'd find out if I was a winner or not...
I held my breath as I placed the unfolded ticket under the scanner. Then it happened. BEEP!!
Wednesday morning began like any other workday. I was groggy and stammering to put my work shoes on. My cat, saw me off and I waved as I drove away. Needless to say, I didn't win f*ck all. Not even a free play. I'm the same loser I was before, working a nine-to-five job and livin' the dream!
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