I have often dreamed — and schemed –about winning the lottery.
How I would react. What I would buy. How my life would change.
This week I won the Powerball — albeit $4, but a win nonetheless — and learned something new to add to my imaginary lottery list:
How my family would glom onto me.
I won a lousy four bucks, and they all wanted a piece. I mean, after the $2 ticket price, the profits wre slim to none. But they still wanted their cut. So if I won a multi-million dollar jackpot, it seems pretty clear…
Changing my phone number is now job one.