For over fifteen years, I've been eating at a wonderful Thai restaurant called Manivanh. I'll do a blog on them one of these days soon. The family that owns it are like my own family. Very often when I eat there, San Pen - who works there and is the partner of one of the Douangpanya daughters ( the lovely Ann ) and I joke about winning the lottery. We always say we'll share our winnings when we do. Often, if I haven't gotten my ticket, he'll go across the street for me, to the neighborhood market, and get two for me - one for California's Superlotto and one for the national MegaMillions. The only problem is that, thus far, San hasn't brought back any winners!
Just last week, I couldn't believe, a lady won the MegaMillions with a ticket purchased at Pak N Save, the grocery store where I shop. I never even thought of buying a ticket there! At any rate, they say that lightning never strikes twice in the same place so I guess I'll stick with buying a ticket when I'm feasting at Manivanh. Don't give up San...we're both going to win one of these days. Keep the faith.
Regardless, I wrote this poem and it is dedicated to you!!!
The Lottery
( dedicated to San Pen )
I know the odds are not the best,
And though I play each week,
And buy a single ticket,
My chances seem quite bleak.
I wouldn’t be a selfish one,
I’d gladly share the loot,
I’d give to every charity,
That’ll be in hot pursuit.
I don’t need mega millions,
Just a million would suffice,
But if I got a little more,
I’d think that mighty nice!
My years are growing short,
So there isn’t much I need,
I wouldn’t want the lottery folks,
To think I’m filled with greed.
I don’t have special numbers,
I do the “quick pick” things,
I’m not asking for great treasures,
Just some pleasures money brings.
Copyright (c) December 2009 by Carmen Henesy
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