In addition, I am on a string of losing scratchers. The last 17 tickets I've bought have yielded nary a winner, and Hick says his last 7 have been duds. We should have had, at minimum, 6 winners out of that amount. The odds are 1 in 4 for a win. I'm hoping Genius has two winners and a grand fortune in his weekly letter, because otherwise these losses are like flipping a coin (such as a PENNY) 12 times and getting all tails.
The week was not a total loss for Hick. I found a special treat for him on Thursday.
Yes, it's a wheat penny! Hick collects them. I do not. This one is a 1953 version.
It's not like I found it on a parking lot or the floor of a convenience store. I found this one in my change cup that sits on the console of T-Hoe. However...that top layer of change came from the casino we went to on Monday with my sister the ex-mayor's wife and her husband (the ex-mayor).
Don't go thinking I had a bit of luck in getting this wheat penny. My luck is on the fritz. I had handed Hick my tickets as we were getting ready to leave the casino, with instructions to cash them in while I made a trip to the bathroom. When I came back out, Hick handed me a wad of bills, and a heaping handful of change. I try to cash out in even numbers, because I don't want fives, and I don't want ones. I make sure my tickets add up to round numbers, except for incidental change. The cash-out machine usually adds them all, so I could never get more than a max of 99 cents in coins.
Hick said that the cash-out machines at this casino would only take one ticket at a time. What in the Not-Heaven? That's archaic! Anyhoo...I put all that change in my gambling purse, and then when we got home, I transferred it to my change cup in T-Hoe before I left the garage.
While I was counting out my exact change for a 44 oz Diet Coke on Thursday, one of the pennies didn't look right. I didn't have my glasses on, but upon further inspection, I could tell that I had a wheat penny. I slipped it into my shirt pocket, and fished out a substitute from the change cup.
I don't think Hick has much chance of becoming a Future Wheatpennyillionaire. Those things are not easy to find these days.
With those losses, Even Steven can not be far away.
ReplyDeleteHe was waiting for me at the casino.
DeleteMy dad used to collect those, too. They ARE quite rare.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you're being plagued by the "Sioux syndrome" when it comes to your lottery tickets. I'm sure your good luck will return soon, and in a big way.
My dad had a jar of them, too. Not a big jar.
DeleteYes, I have discovered that "Sioux Syndrome" is quite painful, and takes all the joy out of buying lottery tickets. My luck is kind of back, but in a mediocre way.
Why do you not collect wheat pennies? a penny is a penny to me and I'd set one aside if it was unusual. I suppose Hick collecting them is okay, at least someone is collecting them. I'm having zero luck all the way downunder in Aus. too
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't spend one, but I don't set them aside for myself. I give them to Hick. If I found one on the ground, it would go into the goblet with my Future Pennyillionaire collection, and not treated in any special way.
DeleteThis luck lull is getting me down. I THINK I might be on the mend, but I don't want to get my hopes up.
I found a freaky looking nickle in my change, and it turned out to be 20 cent Mexican something or other, but did not say peso.
ReplyDeleteOoh! All I get are Canadian coins. About once or twice a year. Usually a dime.
DeleteMy dad collected coins, too. After my mom died he gave his collection to my nephew. When he remarried he started collecting again and one of his great pleasures was emptying all my vending machines and sorting and counting. I miss that so much. If I knew he was coming I would leave the machines to fill up for him. I can still hear him chuckle as he carried his bounty in to count.
ReplyDeleteI am imagining what a treat that must have been for your dad, getting all those coins to sort through!
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