When I drive in to work, there’s a billboard along the freeway that displays the jackpots for the Powerball and the Mega Millions lotteries.
I usually buy a ticket on Wednesday afternoon and don’t look at it.
Then, on the next morning, when I look up at the billboard on the way to work, if the number has reset, maybe it’s me that won the jackpot.
And I can delude myself into thinking I can arrive at work, look up the numbers, and tell everyone to go fuck themselves.
As opposed to when I tell them to fuck themselves anyway.