I would love to win the lottery. I admit, I’m somewhat envious of the two winners of the latest Mega Millions jackpot. Only one of the two has come forward as of today and I’m happy for him and all, but damn I wish that were me.
Stan and I have passed the time on many occasions talking about “what if,” as in, “what if we won a lottery?” What would we want to do with the money? Depending on where I’m working when we have these discussions and on whom I’m working with, I either want to give everyone a nice chunk of change to show them how much I appreciate them before I go riding off in my newly acquired stretch limo, never to be seen again at said place of employment because I quit immediately, OR I want to stay working at my place of employment for a few weeks, rub it in by acting like I don’t really care that I’ve just won millions of dollars (“It’s not going to change me!”) and see how different the assholes I work with will start treating me now that they can see I exist, like Glenda the Good Witch suddenly appearing in their midst.
