When Heidi won the lottery there wasn’t a thing she wasn’t going to do! Forty-nine million! A car! A house! A gardener! A spa! A trip! But nothing would be rushed. Things would have to be done methodically and sensibly. Wait a week before doing a thing.
She went to the tourist place and got some glossy pamphlets. Bermuda looked enticing. And Bali. There was the whole of Europe of course; she’d never done that. Nor had she been to the Grand Canyon. So much to see and do and not a worry in the world.
The house had to be lovely, but it would be sensible not to have it too big. After all, she lived alone. Heidi went to the Real Estate agent and got a pile of glossy pamphlets from there too. Two bedrooms only perhaps, both with their own on suite, and another bathroom available for casual visitors should the need arrive.
Oh, and an oven to die for! Heidi loved to cook, even though it was usually just for herself, but now and again she splashed out and invited friends, or took some prepared food to some gathering or other. Oven pamphlets and kitchen aplliances!
The glossy junk mail that used to be hurriedly perused was now read in detail with a passion. There were things in there that Heidi had never considered before.
The possibilities to consider went on and on. There would be plenty to fill in time in the self-imposed week of waiting.
Now all she need do was get a lottery ticket.
My Canadian niece says she’s a Heidi.
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Then say Hei. I’m a Heidi too!.
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Retirement? Who needs it? Heidi has life figured out!
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So do I – but I’m still awaiting that elusive winning! Of course I wouldn’t be happy, but that’s not the point.
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Being happy doesn’t matter…it’s showing off to other people.
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Like parking your Lamborghini outside your gate on the grass verge.
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And then waving to the unwashed masses…
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I live on a back country road so I don’t have to look at the unwashed.
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I am the unwashed!
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Dream bigger!
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Yes – the greedier one gets the greedier one gets!
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It’s as easy as 1,2,3.
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That’s true – it’s just a question of which 1 2 3.
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I pick the middle one.
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You’re just trying to distract from the real winning number.
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You know it.
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Haha! I’ve won the lottery loads of times too!
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It gets tiring after a while.
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It does. Familiarity breeds contempt.
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I was somewhere, on a blog, probably, where I read that you have an almost equal statistical chance of winning the lottery whether you buy a ticket or not. I don’t.
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Ha!
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My Dad who was a high school math teacher, has always said he’d never buy a lottery ticket because even though he knew the odds, it would be just his luck that he’d win and he never wanted to risk having that much stress in his life. I’ve always felt the same. But I do have a thing for brochures.
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Yes – I can’t help but think that winning so much money would ruin my life.
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All good things take time – in this case, maybe a lifetime?
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And sometimes good things take… never.
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It’s always good to be prepared. I’d be willing to risk the money ruining my life!
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I take that risk most weeks!
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