Needless to say, he was in a hurry for the money. He had big plans. He was going to send $100 to each of his
kids, and get a tooth pulled.
However, since the lottery office was in Macon, about 30
minutes away, I had to wait until this past Monday to make the drive. With ticket in hand, I stepped into the
lottery office, my first time there, and handed over the ticket. The lady behind the counter looked at the
ticket, and asked me how I wanted it.
Huh?, I thought, and asked “what do you mean?”
“Do you want cash, or another ticket?” she clarified.
“But it’s $1000,” I said.
She picked it up again, finished scratching it off, and
said, “No, it’s $5,” and showed it to me.
I looked at the ticket, and sure enough, it was a $5 winning
ticket. Jimmy had not scratched off
enough to realize that he had misread the numbers.
“Cash,” I said dejectedly, and she handed me over a $1 bill,
and four gold dollar coins. While I was disappointed, I knew that my
disappointment was going to pale in comparison to Jimmy’s.
In hindsight, I should have kept the ticket to prove its
worth, or lack thereof, because I knew it would be difficult to explain how
$1000 just evaporated. So, I waited for
Jimmy to drop buy, dreading to give him the news.
All things considered, he took it pretty well, alternating
between disbelief, and claiming that the lottery office had cheated him, before
settling down to just a numb silence before leaving. I genuinely felt sorry for him, like he had
actually lost something valuable, even though he never had it in the first
place.
Last night, however, the universe proved that it was indeed a
magical place, especially at Christmas time.
Jimmy called and said that he had won $100 on a scratch off ticket. He politely refused to let me cash it in for
him, though.
Meanwhile, on the ‘bay and the river, sales have been brisk
this week, even though mailing deadlines for Christmas have passed. One buyer purchased a Christmas cartoon
collector’s edition DVD set on Monday morning, and I, being of good holiday
cheer, bumped shipping to Priority just so they would get it before the
holiday. Late Monday night/early Tuesday morning, the buyer emailed me asking
me to ship it overnight, even though they had only paid the $2.98 Amazon
shipping cost. I politely declined, especially since the package had hit the
mail stream some eight hours or more previous to her email. Another buyer asked
how much it would cost to overnight a CD.
She balked at the $30 price tag.
Hopefully, your selling season went well, and you are
looking forward to another productive year.
Have a happy holiday.