Money...It's a Trip

The lottery. It's the new American pipe dream, and a group of us at work are vying for our chance to strike it rich with little or no effort. So, twice a week, we pitch in $2.00 and go for the gold.

So far, our big winning was $110.00, which we rolled over since divided 22 ways it didn't add up to much. And then we lost all but $30.00, which we then rolled over, and turned into $4.00.

Reminds me of a Shel Silverstein poem:

SMART
by Shel Silverstein

My dad gave me one dollar bill
'Cause I'm his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
'Cause two is more than one!

And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes--I guess he don't know
That three is more than two!

Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just 'cause he can't see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!

And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!

And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head--
Too proud of me to speak!

And so it goes...