wishful thinking
The other day I was waiting outside of my job for someone to pick me up. There was a used scratchoff lotto ticket on the ground.
As I waited, maybe a half an hour, I watched three people pick it up, check it to make sure it wasn’t a winner, then throw it back on the ground for someone else to find.
Are we really that desparate, that we all have some shred of hope in us that luck will fall in our laps like that?
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