“I just got this in the mail and I won $5000.”
The man who stood in front of me was ecstatic. He wore his usual flannel pajama pants and dirty collared shirt, turned inside out.
“This is for a car dealership and you can’t drive,” I said.
I looked over the flyer more closely; it was addressed to Preferred Customer or Current Resident. The prize could only be claimed during the “event” described as a HUGE VEHICLE SELL-OFF in all capital letters. The prize winnings were to go towards the purchase of a vehicle which would be a problem since he didn’t have any money for the purchase of bread and milk, let alone a vehicle, and again, he couldn’t drive.
“I already called the number and gave them my confirmation code. I’m definitely a winner they told me. They are holding my prize downtown. I just had to give them my address, name, birthdate…”
This was beyond smelling fishy.
“You gave them all that information?” I asked in disbelief.
“I’ve never won anything this big before,” he said, ignoring me. “Let’s go pick it up on Monday.”
He handed me the flyer, “You can go research this but I’m keeping the ticket.”
Just like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, he held the ticket tightly in his fist, not about to give up his claim to something magnificent.