At the end of last year, I entered a contest. In exchange for making a small donation to a charity, I would receive some calendars, each with an eight-digit number that acted as a draw code or an entry into a bank for a chance to be drawn throughout the year for a number of prizes. There's a daily draw for a $1000, which would be a nice exchange for the thirty bucks I shelled out. There's also a weekly draw for various trips (or their monetary equivalent) as well as a monthly draw for a new vehicle, provided by Dodge (or the cash equivalent). It being a leap year, adds one more daily draw, which increases my odds of winning (at least) one prize, significantly... Bad?
Almost three months have passed us by, and no prizes as of yet. I check every few days, my eyes scanning through the prize winning numbers, but mine never appear. Come to think of it, nothing remotely close to my numbers ever appears. The odds of my winning may have gotten worse.
On the off chance that I do get one of my three draw codes drawn, according to the rules, I have to answer a skill testing question without the aid of a mechanical device. I hate to think that on the off chance that I was lucky enough to win a $40K automobile, that the prize will elude be because I don't know algebra. I know it likely would be a more simple adding/subtracting/multiplication number, but back in high school, I never pulled off 100% marks on my math exams, which proves a chance of failure all these years later.
I doubt that officials would allow this to happen. In fact, I recall one draw that required a mathematical question to be answered at the time of entry and the ticket sales person whispering to every entrant, "The answer is fifteen."
Win or lose, the thirty bucks I invested into this delusion, goes to a worthy cause. It was for the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. I like boobs. I've always liked boobs and if it takes thirty dollars of my money to help preserve boobs for future enjoyment, then it's thirty dollars that I'm happy to part with.
Almost three months have passed us by, and no prizes as of yet. I check every few days, my eyes scanning through the prize winning numbers, but mine never appear. Come to think of it, nothing remotely close to my numbers ever appears. The odds of my winning may have gotten worse.
On the off chance that I do get one of my three draw codes drawn, according to the rules, I have to answer a skill testing question without the aid of a mechanical device. I hate to think that on the off chance that I was lucky enough to win a $40K automobile, that the prize will elude be because I don't know algebra. I know it likely would be a more simple adding/subtracting/multiplication number, but back in high school, I never pulled off 100% marks on my math exams, which proves a chance of failure all these years later.
I doubt that officials would allow this to happen. In fact, I recall one draw that required a mathematical question to be answered at the time of entry and the ticket sales person whispering to every entrant, "The answer is fifteen."
Win or lose, the thirty bucks I invested into this delusion, goes to a worthy cause. It was for the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. I like boobs. I've always liked boobs and if it takes thirty dollars of my money to help preserve boobs for future enjoyment, then it's thirty dollars that I'm happy to part with.
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