Every now and then, we buy a lottery ticket. Just on the off chance that we might get lucky. I mean someone has to win all that money, right?
Right. But the thing is it’s never us.
Would I still be writing this blog if I were a millionaire?
Probably. But you probably wouldn’t want to read it.
You’d soon tire of hearing how easy life is with an overflowing savings account. And you’d soon get sick of reading all about our great adventures to foreign lands. Flying first class and staying in luxurious hotels, of course. And how we found it so difficult to choose between a holiday home in London or NYC that we ended up buying a home in both. You know the sorts of things that millionaires worry about.
Needless to say, dreaming is usually as far as we get with our lottery tickets. And checking Selloffvacations.com is as close as we get to an exotic holiday.
And after a few weeks of buying lottery tickets and not winning a single dime, we eventually we give up on our dream of winning the lottery completely. And end up not buying lottery tickets at all. After all, the odds are totally against us. The probability of getting four numbers correct and winning a measly tenner is so low that it has yet to happen to us, so what are the chances of hitting the jackpot?
We live with this philosophy for a while. The lottery tickets are a waste of money philosophy. Until some crazy shit happens. Something that the chances of happening are so low that the odds of winning the lottery actually look more probable.
For example, what would you say the chances are of a bird somehow getting into your house, and crapping on the one book that your daughter swore on her life to protect as if it were the Crown Jewels?
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