Scratch Ticket Lotto
As I schlep through the streets on a Saturday morning in aqua colored sweatpants I’ve owned since high school, a skull cap, Pea Coat, and Uggs slippers my girlfriend bought me that I’ve since pissed in while blacked out, the only thing on my mind is buying a Win For Life ticket from the bodega. Though I am not alone.
Particularly fond of chances to win free large sums of money, the homeless find solitude in corner grocery stores by the lotto section. My only gripe is, I’ve yet to figure out why they limit their opportunity for windfall profits to scratch tickets and no other form of the lottery. Did their broker not sit them down and explain the importance of diversification? Mine did. My only hunch is that in order to find out whether or not you’ve won classic lotto you need a television – apparently an automatic deal breaker for street dwellers.
Nonetheless, I am comforted to know that my affinity for throwing away 2 dollars is shared by many.
