I’ve always had mixed feelings about the lottery. On the one hand, the odds of winning are so ridiculously small that it feels very much like a tax on people who don’t understand probabilities.
On the other, a non-zero chance at becoming obscenely wealthy is significantly different than a zero percent chance.
For a while, I settled on occasionally buying lottery tickets, then ripping them up after I lost.
The problem with that process is that the disappointment of losing far outweighs any fun that might be derived from purchasing or owning the ticket.
And then I made a crucial realization: I didn’t have to check my ticket.
As long as I don’t look at my lottery ticket, it is quite possible that I am a multi-millionaire.
Now, when I buy the occasional lottery ticket, I carefully stash it away.
Am I a millionaire? Maybe, maybe not. I just don’t know. The next time the news broadcasts a story about an unclaimed lottery ticket, however. . . Well, let’s just say it could be exciting.