At about 2:30pm I started getting the most insane craving for Cafe Phillips’ tuna salad, so I finally gave in and just walked down to the 12th & E location to beg the nice lady cleaning up the lunch selections to please pretty please dig some out for me.
Next door at Washington Wine & Liquor there’s a huge line snaking around, as has been the case for the past couple of days, filled with eager-eyed hopefuls buying Powerball tickets. In case you’ve been under a rock, the pot is currently at $340 million.
I almost succumbed and bought one myself, the hysteria, ah, excitement, was so palpable. But I didn’t. It’s never someone like me who wins, always some old fogey out in the sticks. And they always buy only one ticket, and it’s from a run-down Mom-n-Pop shop out in the boonies. Sigh…
(Of course having written this, I’m convinced now someone will win from that store!!)
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