I have previously posted about the undeniable fact that I never win anything. I’m just that type.I’m the one whose raffle ticket ends in 3when the winning ticket ends in 4. I stand at the cashier pouring over scratch-offs looking for some indiscernible sign that I should pick a specific one, finally deciding on one and…you got it. Not a winner. And most recently, I bought 4 tickets for the local Great Rotary Duck Race only for my little rubber friends to get caught up in some riverside foliage. Yup. No win.
I’m not bitter. I’m seriously not. I have just resigned myself to the fact that some people are winners of fabulous prizes, and some are not. That’s me.
Until last Tuesday when the fates determined a different ending to my usual story.
Last week I was shopping in my local neighborhood variety store…you know the type that you run to when in need of batteries, Tampax and jumbo pearl olives?? All too often. Those three things. Weird.
So, this particular store holds a contest-of-sorts each Tuesday based on your membership number. ($5.00 fora lifetime membership. And, the Tampax are cheap.) They actually give away some pretty nifty little items. I’ve seen barbeques, crockpots (and you know I love me a slow cooker), blankets, outdoor patio sets and various smaller items given away. They even have this “throw away” section wherein if you are able to match the last digit of your membership number to the featured number you can win free stuff like scotch tape, or even gum. I love gum.
Every Tuesday I stand at that Lucky Number board, perusing through numbers on a hope and a prayer that my number might be there and that I will be the “lucky” recipient of some great prize. Heck,at this point I’d even take an amputatedlight-up leg, a’la “Christmas Story”. So, this Tuesday, being no different, I was standing underneath those numberssomewhat dejected but resolved nonetheless.
And then I saw it.
My membership number was up there! And not only was it up there, it was proudly placed beneath the GRAND PRIZE…an electric skillet! You all, I completely forgot that I hadn’t actually done any shopping yet and raced up to the checkstand.
“I believe I am a winner,” I stated, rather jauntily, as I handed overmy membership card to thecashier. I stood there preening, looking around me and willing those shoppers completing their purchases to witness my triumphantsuccess!
“Yes, you are. Just a minute and let me type your number into the register here,” she said.
This is it. I have finally won something! I wish Jer were here. He would be so happy.
“Here you go, ma’am,” the cashier said, snapping me back from my thoughts.
I looked down, ready to hungrily accept my big prize. What the frick?!?
A bag of frosted animal cookies.
“That’s too bad, actually. You missed out on the Grand Prize by one number. That would have been exciting, huh?” the cashier asked.
I looked up at her, astonishment written all over my suddenlypale face. Imanaged to perform a tight smile and answered, “Right. Super exciting. Thank you.” I walked out of that store with a bag of animal cookies where there should have been an electric skillet. And I forgot my dang Tampax!
Oh, well. There’s always next Tuesday and someone’s got to win the big prize. Maybe, just maybe, it will be me. If not, I could always use some more animal cookies. Or tape.
Love to all, Mindy