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It’s not about the money.

March 30, 2012 by Dave Knadler

And the winner is ... not you.

It always amuses me when the lottery jackpot gets up into nine digits and even outwardly rational people start standing in line at convenience stores. The idea, I guess, is that a normal lotto win — say $40 million — is only for low-lifes. Chicken feed! Barely enough for new rubber on the Subaru and an above-ground pool. And the odds of winning? Forget about it!

But when the pot is $640 million, that all changes. People imagine that the sheer size of the payout somehow means they’re in line for a piece of it. And suddenly, not everybody coming out of the Jiff Mart is carrying a can of malt liquor. Many of them are upper middle class, getting into their BMWs with their Mega Millions tickets and driving off dreaming of that new dawn when they can buy more shit they don’t need.

I once bought a couple of lottery tickets in Florida when the jackpot was something like $68 million. That used to be considered a lot of money. I well remember the the 90 seconds of magical thinking that convinced me I had a shot at unimaginable wealth. Seriously; I felt I was going to win. That kind of dough, all my problems would be over. It’s embarrassing to admit this. To this day, I rank that $2 among the stupidest expenditures I’ve ever made — right up there with a couple of Nehru jackets in 1968 and, later, a vacuum cleaner some scamster was hawking door-to-door.

I know: People are buying hope, not a legitimate chance at fabulous wealth. If you can mitigate the drudgery of a shitty life for even 90 seconds, maybe that’s worth a couple of bucks. But people lining up for tickets should ask themselves if $640 million is the only thing that’s missing in their lives. My guess would be no.

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Filed Under: american life, Other Stuff

About Dave Knadler

Obscure writer. Lazy photographer. Bashful guitarist. Perhaps too fond of wine. Tireless nemesis of New York Times crosswords.

Comments

  1. Joan says

    March 31, 2012 at 10:11 pm

    I hear ya, Dave. I feel your pain. I didn’t win either . . .

  2. Peter says

    April 6, 2012 at 12:06 am

    Don’t knock lottery-madness and weather stories. What would newspapers do without them?
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