|[ Yer Dreamin' ]
I used to fantasise about winning
money : oodles of money. In fact, the proverbial 'bags' of money. There
I would be, sitting quietly on a bus or walking slackly towards work when
I'd be tranported back to my lounge room as the Lotto draw was being televised.
As always, I'd win a cool million bucks (as time went on the amount went
up, ofcourse) and, as always, this was a mamouth surprise because, yep,
on the spur of the moment , I'd gone into the newsagent and bought my first
ever Lotto ticket the day before.
Winning the money was never
as important as telling everyone about it. The surprising scenarios included
: finding out about the win the next day and then calling up Annette at
work whereby we both become enormously frantic or : lazily coming into
work, waiting for the moment of most impact and dropping the win into polite
conversation whereby everybody becomes massively frantic. However, I ALWAYS
continued working even though I didn't need to - what a dork!
Sometimes there were ridiculously
lengthy visions of what to do with the cash - not the actuality of DOING
anything with it, just the moments of DECISION. This mainly worked down
to a debate in the kitchen where we decide to buy another house but : "what
will we do with our current, beloved home?" and "whoa is me, I really do
love this place" - you get the idea.
This type of fantasy continued
for many years until I realized that (a) if I never bought a Lotto ticket,
I'd never win, (b) I'd never win anyway and (c) Lotto really does suck
- that's why I never buy a ticket.