He looked at the scrap of paper in his hand. What if this was the day? He had never won anything before; well, he had won a t-shirt once. That didn’t really count, though. Somebody else had won a gaming system, and another person had won a thousand bucks, so his t-shirt didn’t seem like such a big deal.
This, however, was different. He could be holding a ridiculous amount of money in his hands. The jackpot was up to 400 million dollars. He started to fill in the numbers on the card.
“Hey honey, I’m home!” He said this to himself, and he chuckled as his car pulled into the third garage bay. He glanced up at the screens on the wall as he headed for the door. Five 40′ LCDs showed the weather, recent news, and various social feeds, all updated in real time. As he passed through the door to his house, he checked the touchscreen alarm console that showed if anyone had been in or out since he had left. The housekeeper had been in to clean, but other than that, it was clear.
The white marble tiles glistened, and the matching counter tops were swirled with touches of black and inset gold designs. The stainless appliances were all perfectly reflective; no fingerprints marred the surfaces. He grabbed a glass off the hanging rack over the bar island in the center of the anteroom to the dining area. He decided on one of the custom brews from California. The leather seemed to melt around him as he sat back into his recliner. He flipped on the giant tv on the wall and checked his email. The tv was one of his favorites. It was a brand new model–an 85″ screen with 3D capabilities and a ridiculous resolution. He had payed as much for his tv and entertainment system as he had for the Porche Boxter sitting in his garage. The VoIP system showed missed calls from his family and a couple messages from some friends at the country club. Blech. He hated it when his family called. He had already payed off their debts, put them up in a nice place out in the country, and he even set up a retirement fund that would cover more than they’d ever need if they lived for another 120 years! He drifted off as he leaned back and closed his eyes and listened to someone from the Wall Street Journal talk about investing in stock funds.
“Sir, will you be needing anything else today?” The clerk behind the counter looked at the bedraggled man with the lottery ticket in his hand who had seemed to zone out. “Oh, um, no. This will do it. Thanks”
The scruffy-looking man walked out with his precious piece of paper in his hand and his wallet three dollars lighter.