Monday was a day that Val feared would live in infamy. Sleet on the ground, freezing rain breaking off two limbs in the front yard, precipitation predicted to continue throughout the day. You know what that meant: NO 44 OZ DIET COKE FOR VAL!
Hick had plans to go to town around noon. In fact, he'd already been to town once! It's like a challenge to him. Like it proves something if he can get out on the road and make it home. Anyhoo...Hick DID ask if I wanted him to bring me a soda. No. I was busy making Chex Mix and wrapping presents. Didn't know when I'd be descending to my lair. It's different when I'm the one driving myself to town for my magical elixir.
I always have an extra cup. I figured that when I was ready, I could make my own 20+ oz Diet Coke, using ice from now-working FRIG II's dispenser. It later turned out okay. I wouldn't pay $1.69 for it, but it wasn't bad. Better than McDonald's watery version, and better than Dairy Queen's fountain that tastes like it was recently cleaned with Pine Sol.
Anyhoo...I DID ask Hick if he would bring me some scratchers. I can't make them at home. Wouldn't it be great if I could? I'd have winners every day!
You might recall that Hick has TERRIBLE luck with scratchers. I guess Even Steven counts us as a unit, and because I win, Hick loses. I have even banned him from the basement when I'm scratching. Bad ju-ju. Hick says the tickets don't magically turn from winner to losers, just because he stumps down the steps. I wouldn't bet my casino bankroll on it.
Anyhoo...I told Hick two places where I wanted him to get my tickets. I gave him two winners worth $25 total. He wanted a list of which tickets to get. So he couldn't be blamed for getting bad ones, he said. Oh, Hick. As IF that list would protect you from blame!
Once he returned home with the tickets, I put them on the front burner. Heh, heh. That's not a phrase used to denote that I started scratching right away. Nope. I LITERALLY set them on the front burner. I put them on the tray I was taking down to my lair with supper (didn't have lunch, too busy) and set that tray on the stove so as not to take up counter space. It's not like I was cooking on it. Supper was in the oven, southwest chicken extra-crunchy taquitos that were very spicy.
Anyhoo...it was after 7:00 by the time I scratched my tickets. Hick done good! I had three winners. $15, $15, and $20.
I am really shocked that my luck in winning outweighed Hick's penchant for losing.
I think the stove heated up those tickets and made them winners.
ReplyDeleteShh...that's probably illegal, like money-laundering. Only it's called "lottery-cooking."
DeleteI never do more then break even on scratchers, I think you take the plus out of even Steven from all of us!
ReplyDeleteI usually win back 40 percent. But that's not counting any big winners in the average. I haven't calculated in the $100 winners and $1000 winners. I'm probably near even, or just below, long-term.
DeleteI really can't help it if I'm Even Steven's favorite...
Heh, heh. Hick should know better.
ReplyDeleteHow did you do w/out your 44 oz. fix?
My homemade elixir was adequate, though not quite magical. The cherry limeade powder made all the difference. I mix it in the storebought sodas, too.
DeleteFor a few seconds I thought Hick was going to surprise you with the 44oz diet coke, but winning scratchers is better.
ReplyDeleteHick DID ask me if I wanted him to bring my soda. Sometimes it's the thought that counts. Until he brings me bad luck!
DeleteYou had some hot tickets there. Maybe not from the stove, but from Hick's hot little hands. Heading tot he casino now?
ReplyDeleteAs a matter of fact, I am sitting in one right now! Picking up The Pony halfway. Heading home tomorrow.
DeleteI am Hick when it comes to luck.
ReplyDeleteYou have my sympathy. Hick does not.
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