Things seem to be getting serious. It’s not anything we can put our finger on. We’ve still got the job and the mortgage. But we find ourselves buying lottery tickets. In fact, together with a small group of friends, we’ve resolved that we will buy some tickets every week and that if anything comes thorough, we will share out the proceeds and…we’ll be saved somehow. We’re all of a certain age (let’s say post “Sex and City”), and we’re starting to get the notion that this might be the only way left to entice that ship to finally dock where it outta.
We don’t remember thinking along these lines before. (Given this new found interest, we vow to stay away from Texas Hold ‘Em and one-armed bandits). It’s true that we were once on a game show (the Pyramid, mid-70’s, Dick Clark and all. He told us a dirty joke.) We won 1100 dollars and set of steak knives from Airwick. And we still have the steak knives.
Tonight, at the Centre Commercial to do the weekly shopping, we got three of those sweepstakes tickets. We dutifully stood in line in front of the clanging booth with the other shoppers. Everyone seemed sheepish, trying to laugh alittle at the manical desperation of the supermarket. An upbeat bread line, a leering carnival. Men, women, children shuffling past, music swooping down, loss after loss, the voice saying, “jetez votre ticket.” My turn, I shrugged, shared a wry look with strangers. But then…whoop whoop whoop. Gagné. TWO EUROS!
I suddenly felt a cut above the rest. I’ll be back for more.
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people say that lottery tickets are often bought not in hope but in despair and that kind of sums up the general mood or is it that we now have nothing left to loose but our inhibitions ?
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