Last week I won $1500 in a local high school’s backgammon fundraiser. To be honest, I don’t even remember buying the ticket. Someone from work had obviously passed a bucket around the office – it happens about once a week; actually, after this substantial win I’m probably still down. To honour the victory I stepped outside for cigarette. While standing in the street I witnessed an enthusiastic exchange between two teenage girls. A chance meeting had sent them into hysterics. The excitement suggested a separation of at least ten years; it was as if one of them had miraculously risen from the grave. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation – what was their story?
Much to my disappointment the girls began discussing an event from the most recent weekend. At first it made me feel a little guilty; they were more animated after five days without contact than I was about winning a substantial sum of money - then I realised, these people are fucking idiots.
Much to my disappointment the girls began discussing an event from the most recent weekend. At first it made me feel a little guilty; they were more animated after five days without contact than I was about winning a substantial sum of money - then I realised, these people are fucking idiots.