Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Shame, Shame, Everybody Knows Your Name, and It's Even Steven

Even Steven has been shamed into providing a smidgen more for Val's recent tax bill. Okay. Not so much footing the bill in full, but adding to the coffers for future payment. Or not...

Seems like only two days ago I lamented the cheapness of Even Steven in providing me with a $25 scratcher win, when I was looking for MORE, after receiving my yearly tax bill. Heh, heh! The squeaky wheel gets the grease, but the mouthy Val gets the dough. I must have shamed Even Steven into action, because on Monday, I picked up this winner.


I'd almost given up hope on this one. The same rapscallion that gummied me out of $25 with the unscratchable barcode. Still no news on that issue. 

Anyhoo... on the bottom row, with only three numbers left to scratch, I uncovered the CHRISTMAS TREE SYMBOL! That's great news, because it represents a WIN ALL! Every prize on the ticket! Which added up to $100. Good thing this one scratched like a charm.

It's not going to pay my tax bill. But it's a step in the right direction. Or maybe a step into the casino door. If Hick doesn't plan to donate any of HIS hobby money to the cause, I might withhold mine as well. There are household monies that can support our tax habit.

Shh... don't let Even Steven know that.
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OH MY GOSH! Somebody told Even Steven! 

In town today, I cashed in one of The Pony's winners ($50), and picked up a $30 Golden Ticket for him. The ticket I like to play, from the Gas Station Chicken Store, my usual buying place. I toyed with the idea of getting myself a Golden Ticket (I've been off them for a couple weeks), and getting one for The Pony over at the liquor store. But I decided I didn't really need a Golden Ticket, so purchased it for The Pony. 

HE WON $100 ON IT!

I'm pretty sure Even Steven meant that Golden Ticket for ME! Right?
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10 comments:

  1. Heh, heh! I chuckle at your casino adventures, penny finds, and Hick. Keep 'em comin'.

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    1. Hick dropped a new story in my lap (well, on my turned-off phone) before I was even out of bed this morning. It's in the queue, coming up on Thursday, maybe.

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  2. You get out more than I do! Not for long, though. We voted on election day and on the way back home, we stopped and bought a 40' diesel pusher!! I am now ready to hit the road ..... to anywhere. We got the deal of the century and I can't wait to load it up and go!

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    1. Hope the dogs like traveling! You might need to triple-leash Toni Louise, the escape artist.

      I get 5-miles-out every day, for about an hour. And 90-miles-out every two weeks, for about 7 hours if you count the 3 we're on the road. If all those miles got added together, I might have reached one of the coasts by now!

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  3. I think I must find some of these tickets!

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    1. Set your navigation system for the Missouri state line! Any convenience store will have them. Well. The ticket. Not necessarily the WINNING ticket...

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  4. That Even Steven is a tricky fellow, there's no telling who that ticket was meant for.

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    1. On the same day, Hick had wanted me to cash in a $10 winner and buy him tickets. I said no, I had too many already, since I was also getting tickets for Genius's letter.

      They are leaching the good luck out of me!

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  5. I don;t know wheteher to callyou a lucky itcher or scratcher.

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    1. Just don't call me to buy tickets for you! My luck is spread thin enough.

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