"The Colbert Report?""That's what he told me," said Uncle Billy.
I slipped into the left turn lane in front of Manny's Deli and Liquor. "Irv Nesbaum is going to be on Stephen Colbert's Show?"
"Is there an echo in here?"
I turned into the lot. "How did you find that out?"
"I ran into Irv at McDonalds this morning ... "
"Oh yeah? You 'ran into him'?"
"Okay, so I knew he'd be there ... anyway, I figured we needed to have a little chat."
"How'd that go?"
"Fine. He's not going to say anything to Clara."
I pulled into a parking space. "You want me to go in with you?"
"Nope, I know what I need," said Uncle Billy. "You want a lotto ticket? The jackpot is up to seventy-eight million."
"Sure, get me one."
Uncle Billy held out his hand.
"Oh, for God's sake." I fished out my wallet.
"Hey, no tickee, no laundry."
I handed him a dollar. He smiled and got out of the car.
Christopher, you definitely need some good luck!
ReplyDeleteAlex: Amen to that.
ReplyDeleteWho wouldn't want a lotto ticket? Especially with this economy.
ReplyDeleteNicole: A winning one would be nice.
ReplyDeleteThis feels like the beginning to a longer story. Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteHelen: A shaggy-dog story ... but it'll end real quick if that lotto ticket hits.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the lotto ticket. Boy, I know I'd love one of my own. :)
ReplyDeleteCiara: Thanks ... the tickets are easy to come by ... it's the winners that are little more scarce.
ReplyDeleteSo are you sharing the big winnings? :) 'Cause I never win a thing!
ReplyDeleteJemi: Well, of course. I'll tip generously.
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