Last Saturday afternoon, I was sitting with some friends in a bar on Harrison Avenue. Don’t ask me the name of the bar, because I can’t remember.
The bar had one of those Ohio Lottery vending machines and one of my friends, Jason, put some money in and got a few of those scratch off cards. Don’t ask me how many he got, because I can’t remember that either.
What I do remember is that he came out nine or ten bucks ahead. I handed Jason a five dollar bill and asked him to get one of those cards for me.
“Scratch it for me,” I said to Jason. He was having luck with his scratch offs—maybe some of that luck would rub off on me.
It didn’t, of course. It was a reminder why I seldom ever purchase these things. I never win.
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