Walking back from the post office today I noticed a parking ticket taped to my windscreen wiper. It was unbelievable – I couldn’t’ve been gone more than two minutes. I unwrapped the little plastic package with anticipation; I wanted to know exactly what was inside. Written in size eight font was an official fine for $81. I was furious. I reread the tiny script as I sunk into my car; it caused me to punch at random. The indicator now joined my bank account, along with my pride, on the list of things that had been recently damaged. Still enraged I pulled away from the curb and returned to work.
As I stepped onto asphalt surface of the staff parking lot I noticed an unscratched lottery ticket; finally, a little luck. I grabbed a ten cent coin from the console and began work on the sticky grey substance that was impeding the liberty bells and coupled cherries. I won a total of four dollars. I was overwhelmed with joy. I was down $77 for the afternoon and I couldn’t’ve been happier.
As I stepped onto asphalt surface of the staff parking lot I noticed an unscratched lottery ticket; finally, a little luck. I grabbed a ten cent coin from the console and began work on the sticky grey substance that was impeding the liberty bells and coupled cherries. I won a total of four dollars. I was overwhelmed with joy. I was down $77 for the afternoon and I couldn’t’ve been happier.