I was never more in need of a Middle-aged Musings Monday than I am today.
I composed that line in my head as I drove into work, but then I had such a good laugh I started feeling better about everything. I am happy to announce that I am one of the winners of the Mega Millions Jackpot. A portion of it, anyways. Five cents. That’s right, I have a one fortieth share of a two dollar winning ticket.
A co-worker went around last week collecting $1 from anyone who wanted to participate. Well, you often hear about groups of workers going in together and sharing big winnings. The odds are astronomically opposed, of course, but sometimes somebody wins. Suppose it was my co-workers. Did I want to be the one person showing up for work on Monday because I was too cheap to throw in a lousy buck? I did not.
A friend of mine says it’s a dollar’s worth of fantasy. I’ve found it’s worth a lot more than that in laughs.
First we had to question Joanie’s level of wheeler-dealership (if it were not all in fun we’d be questioning her integrity, but remember, folks, these are just silly jokes). She could have kept the forty bucks and just said she bought the tickets. Nobody really believed that one, but some of us thought she might tell us we didn’t win BUT… Actually, I was of the opinion she would send us a post card from the Bahamas telling us we didn’t win.
Joanie circumvented such speculation by distributing photocopies of all the numbers. I praised her honesty and told her my Bahamas prediction. She admitted it was tempting.
“Cindy who? Cindy who?” she said, practicing not knowing me when she was a millionaire.
As you may have noted in the news, there were no million dollar winners in the Mohawk Valley. I came to work all set to tell Joanie how disillusioned I was. Not being a millionaire was just one more burden added to my Monday Malaise. Oh, stop playing that miniature violin, I wasn’t really dragging that bad, I’m just telling a story.
And then in walks Joanie, announcing that we are all winners to the tune of two dollars. Two dollars! Yay! It’s the principle of the thing, after all.
“You want the nickel?” she asked.
Actually, Joanie intends to reinvest our winnings in two more tickets. Wouldn’t that be a kick in the head if one of them won?
Mohawk Valley Girl 