I rarely buy lottery tickets.
As a matter of fact, I can probably count the number of times I have
fallen for the fairytale dream taken the plunge, on one hand.
However in the past few weeks I have been under incredible pressure. Peer Pressure at it's worst.
"C'mon, Maureen.... join us. We're ALL doing it."
I tried to resist; really I did. But week after week the stupid jackpot continued to grow to ridiculous proportions and lottery fever was running rampant in the hospital. One floor below us, a group of staffers had just scored $ 6,000.
I caved. The pressure was too dammed much.
I flipped them my loonie and wandered back to my office, baa-ing like the sheep I am (under my breath of course, as I am not only a follower, but a sheepishly-timid-follower to boot).
After all, if they won, I'll be dammed if I was going to be the only fool to show up for work the next day.
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