I Want My Two DollarsPosted: November 28, 2012
This afternoon while I was at lunch, I had to stop and put gas in my car. I was standing at the pump watching and waiting for the thing to click and tell me that my car was all filled up with gas. (Note: It is ever so nice to be able to put twelve gallons or less of gas in my car now. My old SUV was a gas eating 17 gallon monster. 27 MPG FTW!) So just about the time that the pump stopped, and I was getting ready to get back in the car and head to work, I realized that I was at a convenience store.
They sell those stupid lottery tickets at convenience stores.
I bit the bullet.
I had a ten-dollar bill in my wallet, and figured if I had to spend $10 to get My Own Private Idaho, that I could do that. I wasn’t spending bill money, I wasn’t spending grocery money, I had already paid for my gas. Let’s do this, and actually remember to buy the tickets for once, maybe I’ll get lucky and we can buy that island after all, right?
So I went inside after pumping my gas. I haven’t been inside of a gas station in a very long time.
On a different note, remember what life was like before pay at pump? Before you had to pre-pay? Leaving your toddler in the car to go pay for gas? (I am not going to lie, I did very every so often leave Mack in the car to go pay for gas, but let’s remember that it was twenty years ago. Things were different then. Also, gas was like a dollar a gallon. Ten gallon tank, equalled ten bucks. Gah!)
So I had my $10 bill in hand, and went up to the counter, and asked for ten lottery tickets. The kid goes to the machine, punches some buttons and comes back for the cash.
I handed the kid my $10 bill and he looked at me like I was an idiot.
Because I am.
Powerball tickets are $2 now, not $1.
It’s been so long since I bought a lottery ticket that there has been inflation on them.
Which I am sure means that I just wasted twenty dollars instead of only ten dollars.
Kiss your own Private Idaho goodbye girls, it’s just most likely not going to happen.