8 Million Reasons

I buy a lottery ticket every Wednesday. Four dollars a month toward my retirement. A gal can dream, can't she?

This morning I was checking my numbers in the paper when my boss, Allan pipes up, "Oh God. You didn't win did you? I can't lose my dry cleaner! Would you at least give a notice?"

"We'll see," I replied in a serious tone. Two numbers. That's all I got. Back to work.

"HAW HAW!" Allan laughs. "Keeps you coming back every day!"

Well, in another reality, I would've had 8 million reasons to grab my purse, clock out and never look back. Maybe I'd buy everyone a nice lunch or something. I'd get Allan a t-shirt that says,"My employee won the lottery and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"