Even Steven

Some days, you break even. Yep. Yesterday, I found a hundred dollar bill somebody gave me for my birthday many months ago. I mean, that’s a pretty cool present. People always say that cash is a bad gift, but people are wrong. I must have decided to hide it away for later, lest I spend it all on wine that day, or in case someone asked me if I had any cash. People always ask me that the minute I get any, which, is hardly ever these days. Anyways, I stuck it in my pocket to transfer to my wallet later, but it never made it. I forgot about it and went for a run, proving once again that running does not pay. Now that was an expensive run. Imagine paying a hundred bucks to run. It should be just the opposite; the insurance company should pay you to run. I thought about the hundred bucks the next day, but it was long gone. I looked in the washer and dryer, but no. Boo. I consoled myself by thinking that someone who really needed it probably found it in the road; maybe someone who was starving or that really old guy who picks up trash. I switched from my shorts and tee back to my jeans and other tee (I’ve discovered that during quarantine, these are all the clothes I need) and headed to the store. On the way out, I bought a scratch-off lottery ticket. I love those things. I think the secret is to just buy one a month, lest you lose all your life’s savings and have to call that little number on the back for help with gambling addiction. That would be a real bummer. And, really, at that point, it’s a bit too late. I keep reading about people who win a huge amount of lottery money going broke a few years later. I can absolutely guarantee that would not happen to me. Nope. That’s nuts. But, I digress. I scratched the ticket the minute I got in the car and won a hundred bucks. How weird is that? Guess that whole what goes around comes around thing is true. Started to stick it in my pocket……