What with last night’s big lottery prize, Mrs. M had organized a pool of coworkers for the drawing, and although lotteries are taxes on folks who failed prob and stat, I went ahead and bought a few tickets as well.
Upon awakening this morning, I saw that there had been one winning ticket sold, and mirabile dictu, it was sold here in South Carolina. I wandered into the kitchen to find Mrs. M combing through the pool’s tickets to see if there was any money coming in. She had already established that neither the pool’s 65 tickets nor my three had scored the big prize.
“It’s OK,” I said. “There’s still Powerball tonight, and a few hundred mil isn’t shabby. Besides,” I added, “You hit the jackpot when you found me.” I added a pair of index finger “gun points” for extra emphasis.
So apparently it’s possible to roll your eyes so hard you can sprain something. Sorry, hon.