Checked my Powerball ticket this morning before posting this. I had one number – that’s just under the threshold of winning anything. Even two dollars would be a moment of delight. Almost a year ago, I informed my faithful readers that I felt really, really close to a big windfall. Several possibilities loomed large. Hourly updates were coming in from Publishers Clearing House – in fact a number from the president himself, who I presume doesn’t send to just anybody. Last Friday was the day my big check should have arrived, but didn’t. Once again, I practiced my happy smile (which almost inordinately stretched some muscles) and a passable squeal of delight, which they tell me looks good on camera. Those that quietly acknowledge their winnings are not ratings makers. This is a major disappointment as I’m now sneaking my purchases, which should not “increase my chances of winning”, surreptitiously into the house under veil of darkness. I know what you’re thinking, but those big, bold, “YOU HAVEN’T ORDERED ANYTHING – YOU SCHMUCK. HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO STAY IN BUSINESS AT THIS RATE?” announcements come across my computer screen ominously. I feel badly – the person putting balloons all over the website might not get paid this month. How am I supposed to believe that they’re going to deposit a bundle in my bank account every week if I haven’t bought the floral canister set or the new miracle lug wrench that practically changes the tire itself? It’s all a big mystery that they haven’t come because I know they have a map to my house. It pops up on each announcement, surrounded by the entire PCH staff clutching fistfuls of cash. I’ve even written to them offering to shoot the bat-signal into the sky on the morning of delivery. Nothing. Continue reading “The Big Win – An Update”
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