Him: Your sister texted me. She wants to see if I want to get a raffle ticket for your nephew's hockey team.
Me: Okay...
Him: It's $25. The winner gets $500 worth of scratch tickets, or you can take the cash. I don't know if I could take the cash though, because wouldn't taht take away from the team?
Me: No. But we won't win anyway so just donate the cash.
Him: Well, it has to be done with Venmo, so you'll have to do it, and I'll just pay you back.
*The following week*
Him: I got this text, I think it's a scam. I'm not going to do anything until I get home.
Me: *makes several phone calls* No. Not a scam. You won the raffle.
Him: Do I take the cash or the tickets?
Me: I don't care. We were donating the cash anyway to the team, so I say roll the dice.
Him: That is not what I thought you'd say.
Me: We started in the hole $25. Do whatever you want.
*later after MUCH discussing back and forth, mostly me saying I don't care*
Me: Flip a coin.
Him: Okay. Heads cash. Tails tickets.
*flips coin*
Me: Tails, tickets.
Him: I think I'll take the cash.
Me: But the universe is telling you to take the tickets.
Him: Nope. Cash.
*sigh, and maybe an eye roll, just trying not to kill him*
Next day...
Him: They Venmo-ed the cash into your account.
Me: I saw. I'm going to Vegas to blow it all.
Him: Vegas is too far away, let's just go to the casino and lose it all.
Jokes on him.
I already bought some scratch tickets., since you know, he never did actually pay me back.
Sigh. These are familiar conversations about a range of things here. Which often have me gritting my teeth. I hope your scratchies are winners.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on him being the winner! I think I would have taken the tickets over the cash . Might have gotten more that way. Let us know if your scratch tickets win any big yields!
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I would prefer the cash, just saying...........
ReplyDeleteRemind me not to get into a lotto pool with him...
ReplyDeleteThese men have an uncanny ability to make us crazy; don't they?
ReplyDeleteSo so funny! But not all that unusual of a conversation with a male--ROFL! ;)
ReplyDeleteHaving grown up in Connecticut and now living in Virginia Beach, I took the frenzied panic of the locals with great bemusement when all we got was five inches or so (which, as kids, we called 'bad sledding').
ReplyDeleteIn other words, I laughed in New England.