by John Ellis
After buying the only two lottery tickets I have ever purchased, I coaxed a little irrationality into my thought process. Just a little.
“Of course, I would be the person to win big,” I chuckled to myself while digging around in my car’s console for a coin with which to scratch off the tickets. “Knowing the futility of playing the lottery – knowing how I am statistically more likely to be struck and killed by lightning at this moment than hitting the jackpot – would make me winning the ultimate irony. The universe’s grand joke, putting my rationality in its place.”