Funny how yesterday, I had a little story worked up about being in the right place at the right time. How I seem to find my (rightfully meant for me) pennies, and see ladybugs (that remind me of my mom) when I'm least expecting it.
Well. Yesterday. I was definitely in the right place at the right time.
I was on the way to the bank to cash in (actually, they deposit it straight into your account, so there's a record of it for taxes) six EE savings bonds. At this rate, we're going to end up like last fall, when we took the initial batch of A THOUSAND MILLION BONDS (okay, over a hundred) to the main bank, in search of somebody with a MEDALLION. Yeah. I'm pretty sure you remember that quest, since I dwelt on it for A THOUSAND MILLION DAYS (okay, a couple of posts). Anyhoo...all we (I) have to do is take one to the bank every month as it matures, and they cash it (actually, deposit it straight into your account, so there's a record of it for taxes), but we (I) forget.
With nothing to do all day every day except make a trip to town, I grow bored with the route I take to the bank. So I decided to go on through Backroads, past the dead mouse smelling post office to mail our yearly personal property assessment thingy that Hick finally wrote a trailer on, and marked out an old one, and marked out Genius's car after I reminded him. Poor Genius. He transferred the title on December 29, heh, heh, garnering him an entire year of tax on that vehicle. He'll learn the tax ropes soon enough.
Anyhoo...my point is, I changed my route at the last minute, in the 1/8 mile section of county road between the prison and the turn-off by the bowling alley. The lake road brought me out at the Casey's where I usually get gas for T-Hoe. The one that's closing on February 25th. For good. I hadn't planned on stopping there yesterday. My plan was to get a couple of scratchers at the Casey's where the Crazy Donut Man flipped out when I asked if he was in line. I've only been back there twice since then, I think, when I used to go every week. Anyhoo...I figured I like this gas Casey's better, and it's going to close, so I pulled in there for my tickets.
I went on to the bank and did my bond business, which was surprisingly easy. All I had to do was sign the back (of all six) and put my personal information on them. I'm sure the people behind me in line weren't happy, but too bad, so sad. I'm older, and I have more inherited savings bonds. It took about 20 minutes, and I even stepped out of the first line and went to a table to fill out my bonds, because I didn't want to make people wait. Then I got back in line to finish up.
From the bank, I went to Walmart, a visit which will probably have a story entirely its own soon. Then I went by the Gas Station Chicken Store and actually got some chicken for supper, because by now, it was already 3:30, and I still had all the purchases to unload, and hadn't even had any lunch OR a single sip of my magical elixir, and I didn't want to rush upstairs to cook something a scant two hours after I'd settled into my dark basement lair.
So...it was going on 5:00 when I got around to scratching my tickets.
Looks like switching my route and my lottery store was a good decision. I'm pretty much a believer in following a hunch. I did that one dark rainy night, and avoided rear-ending a broken-down car parked on the shoulder of the highway. This time, though, I just won $1000. On a $5 ticket.
I'm almost afraid for the eventual EVENing of Steven.