I did it!!! The BIG prize! I picked the right numbers, beat the odds and won the big prize. I’m not even sure how much it’ll be after Uncle Sam trims off his share of the winnings but it’ll be in the MILLIONS. Whoooo! Hoooooo! My life has been changed forever!
Let’s see. I’m quitting this nine-to-six job first of all. Instant retirement! No goodbye, no two weeks notice. Hasta luego! We’re outa here. Oh, oh. There goes my elgibility for re-hire. Ha! Ha! Ha! Who cares? I’ll pay off all the bills, sell the house, and we’re gettin’ the hell outa town. I’m going to make a huge donation to the local university’s athletic scholarship fund, spread some of the wealth to family and friends and go shopping for that “land yacht” so we can cruise, coast to coast in style and never have to worry about when we come back. And the cost of gas? Who cares if it’s five dollars a gallon. I don’t. Not anymore. That’s peanuts, as far as I’m concerned. It’s Easy Street from this day forward.
Persistence has paid off again. Play the same numbers. Keep the faith. Don’t give up. And then…..BANG!!…when you least expect it….it happens. All the numbers match and life’s path is instantly re-directed. I must keep our name out of the paper. Low profile. Take the phone off the hook. Leave town for a couple of weeks and don’t tell anyone where we’re going. Our mailbox will be full of letters from “charitable organizations”seeking a donation, lawyers, and investment experts offering their services. They’ll be knocking on our door at all hours of the day and night, people with their sad stories and outstretched palms, wanting just a little piece of the “pie”. Waaaaaaah! Cry me a river! Go get a job!
So many different thoughts swirling around in my head and in the background, I hear the soft sound of whimpering that I’m trying to ignore. More plans to be made. Do I keep the Jeep or trade it for that Hummer3 or Porsche Boxster? Maybe I’ll get both of them! Hawaii! We’re taking an extended vacation in the “Islands”. A month, maybe two. More whimpering coming from somewhere and it’s getting a little bit louder. There’s things to do before we slip out of town. Gotta organize my thoughts. Too may decisions to make at one time.
The whimpering turns to barking……….and…..just THAT FAST……it’s all gone. The winning lotto ticket,……the millions……the land yacht, the Porsche Boxster, the Hummer, the early retirement,….all of it. And all because that damn dog had to go out, at THREE THIRTY in the friggin’ morning, snatching me out of a deep sleep and taking ALL of it away in an instant. Damn!! All that cash…gone in a flash! Beautiful dream…….rude awakening!