I have written before about my trials and tribulations with the Lottery. Well, guess what? I just won €89 (that’s $130 for those who still use antiquated greenbacks). Out of five numbers and two stars in the Euromillions, I correctly guessed three numbers and both stars. Because I didn’t get all of the seven digits on the dot, I didn’t win the €15 million. I used birth dates and ages for choosing the numbers, but I guess am still missing two people with the right data.
So where does that leave me? I suppose I should celebrate with my small bounty, but I still kind of feel like Marlon Brando’s character in On the Waterfront, “I could have been a contender, I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum.”
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that happened to me once a few years ago. the first and second to last time i played lottery. NY lotto, 500,000 million. I guessed 3 out of 5 numbers. I got 1 dollar. If figured I’d get 3/5 of the bounty…but no. Just a dollar. I played again with that dollar.
i lost it.
lotteries are a tax on the poor. i suggest not supporting them.
Gran Huja!!!
I wish you had told me that before I spent the €89 in more lottery tickets.
ReWrite,
Lotteries are a tax on hope, absurd and unfounded hope.
lotteries are cool.
Yes, lotteries, mmmmmmm.
How do you like your absurdity? Plain, or with a sidedish of recurrent despair?
I suggest a listen to Metal Church’s phenomenal commentary on the matter, Date with Poverty. I think they wore the subject matter out in just 0:03:52.
the lyrics of that song are great.