I’ve turned into a lottery ticket buying freak. Never in my life have I given any thought to any sort of gambling whether it’s card playing or hitting the slots. (If memory does serve me correctly, I do admit to a past obsession with Proline.) What a waste of time and money.
I remember my mother and grandmother buying Lotto tickets every week when I was a child. I thought it was ridiculous then, except when they won enough to buy treats! My mother still buys tickets as part of her weekly groceries. When I mentally calculate how much money she has spent over the years, I have to cringe.
Yet in the last few weeks I have started buying Lotto tickets. Not the scratch and win kind but the ones where you have to wait for a draw. I have no patience and to me this is a big step. Waiting for two days drives me nuts. I want to know now if I won or lost.
Innocently enough, it started out. First Fabienne mentioned she was going to buy a Super 7 ticket which compelled me to buy one. Then the other day I was in line at Shoppers Drugmart when the woman ahead of me bought one. I thought to myself I have to buy one now because I will be kicking myself if this woman wins.
Then yesterday at the Lynx game, the family in front of me bought some 50/50 tickets and I had to buy some. I hate this. It’s becoming an obsession/addiction with me.
Lucy and I even discussed how I would spend the money when I win. I am a big fan of daydreaming (because my head is usually up in the clouds) but now all this is getting out of hand.
My first winning ticket came last night in the Lotto 6/49 draw. I didn’t hit pay dirt but I did score a free ticket to next Wednesday’s draw. This cometh a sign that I must continue playing.
That woman in the Shoppers Drugmart line said I will probably win because I don’t usually buy tickets. And she was right! I take that as another sign. Not as beginner’s luck, but that the stares are pulling for me to win big. Maybe I’ll win on my birthday. That would be cool.