Guess what? I didn’t win the New York Lotto AGAIN. For some reason, my family is fascinated with the Lotto. Not Vegas style gambling, just your average convenience store lottery. Since my early childhood, I remember them purchasing tickets but never winning anything significant. As an adult, I find myself getting sucked in. I know the chances of winning are less than slim, but whenever I attempt to resist, someone says, “You’ve got to be in it to win it.”
If you have ever purchased a Mega Millions, Powerball, Sweet Millions, or state Lotto, you have experienced the following.
Doubt: You’re at the gas station/convenience store/ grocery store and see the lottery sign. You remember the last 10 games and the millions of other players who have yet to win and tell yourself there is no point.
Interest: That little voice in your head says, “You’ve got to be in it to win in!” and you consider that this maybe your lucky day.
Enthusiasm: You purchase several chances to win, because hey they are cheap and your want to really give it a go this time.
Giddiness: You start to think of all the possibilities. You divide up your winnings in your head and realize you can quit your job, travel, buy that beachfront house, and hand out hundreds like lollipops!
Apprehension: It’s time to check your numbers, but you hesitate because you enjoy basking in the fantasy.
Flabbergasted: WTF? There must be a mistake, because your numbers don’t match the jackpot. How is it possible none of them match? With your mouth hanging open, you check the drawing date to confirm you didn’t win AGAIN.
Bitter: Your having a temper tantrum on the inside. Isn’t it your turn? How many times do you have to play before the Lotto gods bestow a little cash on you? You would have shared the jackpot. A measly one million would suffice.
Mourning: The tantrum has turned into self-pity. You close your mouth and eyes to let your dreams go. You’re not quite sure what to do with yourself. A walk and some fresh air may do you some good.
Acceptance: It wasn’t meant to be. At least that little old church lady with 16 grand children won the jackpot. I’m sure she’ll share the wealth with the community and put those kids through college … If I had to lose, at least it was to a saint. And hey, my five dollars will now be spent on education.
Doubt: A week later you’re at the gas station/convenience store/ grocery store and see the lottery sign. You remember the last 10 games and the millions of other players who have yet to win…