|I dj'd 45s at Indian
Summer tonight, decided to indulge a vice and
buy some cloves next door at Summit
Foods. It had been a while since I'd seen
Jong, the owner, and I asked him how he's been.
"Terrible! I lost power." At least that's what I
thought he said; English isn't his first language
and the accent sometimes throws me. I looked around
his packed-to-the-rafters corner shop and imagined
what a power loss might entail. Thinking myself
sensitive and empathetic, I cast an eye over his
freezer chests and guessed, "Did your ice cream
melt?" "What?" "You lost your power?" "No! Powerball!
I'm sad because I lost Powerball." I figured this
was a joke. 99.99999999% of people who play, lose,
but his story was different. "I play the same
numbers for four months, but last week I forgot to
buy a ticket. My numbers won! I lost $96 million. I
am soooo sad. That was my retirement plan!"
When I asked if those numbers had any special
meaning, he said no, they were picked by an app.
Maybe it was a glitch, but for some reason it kept
giving him the same numbers week after week. "Will
you play again?" "No, I am too unlucky." I said
maybe it meant the opposite. After all, some
have won twice.