The summer giveaway is going strong at our local grocery store. For the last month whenever the cashier asks, "Are you playing our game?" I tell her, "Yes."
She hands me a card or two and I drop them into my purse.
Yesterday I asked the cashier, "Is anyone winning yet?"
"Oh, yes," she said. "Someone won the motorcycle yesterday. All the winners are listed on the wall."
That's all it took for me to hurry home and turn my purse upside down. I shook out three. There had to be more than that. I dug through the kitchen junk drawer and checked under books on my nightstand. Can you believe one was being used as a bookmark? Good grief. Opportunity tucked between pages.
I hounded Jerry and Shannon. Shannon handed me six. Had I sent her to the grocery store that many times?
Jerry shrugged and continued reading his book. "I don't have any."
"Are you certain? You sure go to the grocery store a lot."
"I'm not hiding them."
"Okay, I said, "but we're one ticket away from a year's worth of fuel prize."
"Really?"
This morning he found four tickets.
I know how to speak this man's language. You don't live with someone for twenty four years and not know what motivates a person.
It is 9:00 in the morning. I'm supposed to be checking some notes on a map for the historical novel. Instead I'm licking tiny little pieces of paper and fixing them on a game sheet.
But how can I stop? I am one ticket away from the fuel, an IPod, an Apple laptop, and two dollars cash. If only I had one more ticket.
I just remembered. I forgot to buy pine nuts and coffee.
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