On Tuesday night we got home late (as usual!). After we helped our poor neighbor get back into her house (she was locked out — isn’t that the worst?), I started heating up dinner (because I was starving). KC ran downstairs to the kitchen and said, “We have 20 minutes! Do you want to run down to the corner store with me?”
First of all, our corner store is a liquor store. And I get that it’s totally not chic or suburban-appropriate or whatever, but I kind of love it. (What can I say? I’m a little trashy.) Second, my response to KC was, “What are you talking about, 20 minutes?”
“To play the lottery!”
Now, we are not lottery players. We buy the occasional scratcher, but other than that, we’ve only played “real” lottery once — the last time it was some ungodly record-setting amount of money.
I, like I said, was starving, and so was very reluctant to leave my soup and bread which were heating up; but KC was so excited about buying these tickets, that I had to just smile and go along with it. We headed down to the store, which was full of people (meaning: there were literally 4 other people there. But if you knew this liquor store, you’d know that that’s like, A LOT of people for this place.) We didn’t even know how to play the lotto (is that even the right term?), but the guy behind the counter just ushered KC forward and said something about “quick picks” and they got down to it. KC told me if I came with him I could pick out some beer (obviously I’m easily bribed), so I headed over to the refrigerator case.
KC got our tickets, I got my beer, and we headed back home. We started talking about what we would do with our winnings, since surely we were going to win this $636 million jackpot. KC said he would probably buy a new car. I, after qualifying that I didn’t want to win (I think that kind of money could kind of screw up your life, y’know?), said that I would pay off my loans and probably set up trusts for family. (I know, booooooring,) We then agreed that we would start a charity for animals and call it “Penny’s Pals” or something equally saccharine and disgusting.
Well, wouldn’t you know it — we didn’t hit the jackpot that night. But this was pretty good as a second place: