Step up, step up, step up. Step right up. No need to push or shove. Plenty of room down at the front. Make sure you don't crush any of the kiddies under your feet. Step up, step up, step up. This is your chance to make it big. Step right up.
Today it is at 25 million. The voluntary tax upon the stupid today carries a cash value of 25 million. Lay your money down and the world could, perhaps with an inordinate amount of luck, lay at your feet. Is it worth the risk? It is a lot of money after all.
Within memory, mine at least, is the first time the lottery boasted a prize of one million. Just a single one. But back then a single million was worth a million and that was certainly a lot of semollians. The populace went money mad. People were buying up tickets with their mortgage payments, taking out loans, standing in lines for hours to buy their tickets and spending every feverish minute spending the fruits of their certain luck. Only one person won. It can be imagined that the price for others far exceeded the dollar purchase price of the ticket.
Today it was learned that the stupid tax has doubled. Does this, after all these decades, figure into whether a ticket should be snapped up? Think, a two dollar investment for a 12.5 million times return. What are the odds?
The odds, unfortunately have not changed, 40 million to 1. “Do I dare?”
Being absolutely skint is was a debate. But what was that dream that hovered in that somnolent semi-awake state? Could it have been numbers? Or clues to numbers?
Call me stupid.
I stepped up.
I stepped right up.
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