So I just ran out to the bodega around the corner from my apartment to pick up my megamillion ticket. Will I win--I can only hope. Am I that kind of lucky guy that can dial into a radio station and end up as the instant winner of an all access pass to a Mariah Carey concert...nope, that's not me. Even if a bird crapped on me. (An old wives tale that is really full of it--any crap flying at you is never good, trust me.) I just heard a superstition that you should rub off those scratch off tickets with a penny, not a quarter (or a nickel or dime, for that matter), because the penny is proof that you need the money, whereas the quarter (or nickel or dime, for that matter) means that you're too damn rich and therefore cosmically, are proving, maybe even greadily mocking the luck gods.
Now if you know me, you know that I don't believe in 'luck gods.' I'm not even sure if I believe in luck. To me, 'luck' flies opposite my belief that the Higher Power has all things in control, and perhaps it's not my providential destiny for me to get rich through some numbered ping pong balls gathered up by a botoxed glittery stick figure with way too much face paint to imply abstinence. Perhaps it is my fortunate future to lose a lot of money if I participate, and perhaps gain a little here and there. Enough losing to keep me humble, and enough winning to keep me hopeful.
The other day I won $22 bucks off of 20 $1 tickets I received for Christmas. True to form--I won just enough to keep me entertained, but not enough to make me an a--hole. That's what I'd call a graceful blessing. In any case, I'll be checking my numbers first thing in the morning, and using a penny for the scratch offs. I guess it wouldn't hurt.
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