Ross felt that the older his father got the harder it was to think of a decent birthday present for him. He had everything – well, everything he needed, and for that matter he had most things he liked – except of course for something fancy like a new expensive car.
It’s not that these days Ross’s family would spend much on birthday gifts; it was the thought that counts, and with the state of the economy it was getting more and more difficult to buy some gift that wasn’t simply a cheap plastic abomination.
Ross’s father’s birthday was on the coming Sunday. Ross had bought a birthday card with an envelope. He simply needed something relatively inexpensive to go with it. And there it was; tickets for a raffle and the prize was a brand new car! Wouldn’t it be wonderful if his father won that?
Ross tucked the five tickets he bought into the card and sealed the envelope. Five tickets at two dollars each amounted to ten dollars. A chance with five tickets was plenty enough for a birthday celebration! The raffle was to be drawn on the Saturday, the day before the birthday. Ross didn’t want to spoil the fun by checking on the ticket numbers before the birthday and then giving away something already useless. The envelope was well sealed!
And then the internet announced… the car had been won by a locally purchased ticket! Oh dear! Ross looked at the sealed envelope. It was a great temptation to have a peek.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, Ross’s father enjoyed getting the birthday card with the four tickets inside, even though he never won anything.
I have to admit…you fooled me, Bruce. I thought Ross’s father would win the car and then be killed in a horrible wreck or have a heart attack over the excitement of winning.
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There’s a sequel tomorrow!
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Part 2…When Ross’s father “bought the farm.”
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Ross’s father did what you would possibly do!
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After I wrote that…I wasn’t sure if that phrase was around in NZ.
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I had to google it.
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Sorry Bruce….I never know how far the phrases go.
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I get educated! Google it and then Bob’s your uncle.
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And there it is! Yea I googled!
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!!
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I think I would be a Ross.
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I would be extremely upright as usual and be an excellent example to others.
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Now that is what I call first rate crime: Ross stole the car from his dad in a callous manner. (It is another matter that Ross got involved in a horrendous crash while speeding the stolen car and had to be pulled out of the wreckage in several pieces.)
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A plausible (ahem) and accurate sequel shall appear tomorrow.
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it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?
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Deep down I’m greedy and not just for thoughts!
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Goid on you!
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Wouldn’t the father think it strange that his son is driving around in a new car?
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You must await the sequel!
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Where the father drives himself and his son in the car off a cliff?
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You’re always killing people off – whereas I have life and have it more abunda… oooooh!
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I’m skipping ahead to tomorrow. (It pays to go out of town and not bother reading blogs. Yours is one I have to catch up, though.)
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