Walking to the car this morning and my stomach gives a weird butterfly volt. I always associate it with good things. There is a bad ominous feeling I occasionally get but that has no bearing here.
I hope into the car and leave for work. As I pull into the gas station so I can turn to go to work my lottery tickets come fluttering down from the sun visor. I have kept many a ticket up there and it has never fallen before.
I arrived to work either early and set off a few good mornings and to K my boss aside see you at 2. Today is Tuesday. She closes.
Note the date on top of the ticket. Note I sent K a text entering to her close. Knowing it is Tuesday.
I stop at the lotto machine and check it. After flashing for in inordinately long time(to me) it read Please Try Later. Now I am getting excited. I go around and put my ticket down. With great dramatics I tell my story and end with:
I want you to check my ticket!
Very Emperioulous if I do say so myself.
Only to have the CS person say to me:
Jay the ticket is for tonight.