Lotteryist Week 3

The guys at my personal Lottery Central know me now. Both were there Saturday afternoon. Maybe 3 pm is shift changing time. The guy from last week held the door open for me and told me to watch out for the wet floor. The guy who helped me the first week smiled and ask how things had been going. Of course, they could just have been practicing good customer service.

I decided to bribe the Fates of Fortune by making a list of all the good, unselfish things I will do when I win big: I will restore one of our last remaining original downtown buildings; I will fund art education in the county elementary schools; I will endow our county library. And that doesn’t even include the good, generous, unselfish things I will do for my family and friends
The Fates of Fortune should be impressed by those good things, right?

Apparently not, most of my numbers were one off. So close, so far away.

My encouraging friend said, “See, the practicing is working. You’re getting better.”
I hope she knows that’s not how the numbers work. They don’t fall in order. They just fall.

49 more chances.