Earlier in the week my brother had emailed me with a list of lucky numbers. I was to buy a Powerball ticket for him with those enchanted digits. I am always the go to person for the lotto, since the closest place for my family to buy tickets is TN.
So I went through my Friday completely forgetting about the winning lotto numbers. Saturday morning roled around and I thought, I'll get them on the way to the game. But that didn't happen. After the game I thought, I'll get them on the way home. But that also didn't happen.
Then Hanna happened. And as I was lying on the floor watching a movie, my brother called. Did you get the ticket? Oh, um, no. It's a hurricane out there! Oh. I sensed the disappointment in my brother's voice.
So in the middle of a tornado warning (those of you who know me know what that means), I donned my rain jacket, pulled out my huge golfer umbrella, and fought against Hanna to get to the Sunoco and buy that ticket. Because of course, if I didn't do it, those numbers would win and we'd be out millions and millions of dollars. I could never forgive myself.
Long story long, the lucky numbers weren't so lucky. And we didn't win. Oh well.
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3 comments:
wow, you must really love your family!
The best thing is, those numbers will probably win today. (or the next time the drawing is...)
Actually - that would be MR's luck... so never mind.
can you share your tornado issues? are they like bats or new jersey for you?
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