Mega Fever Broke

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Mega Millions Fever Broke. Several days of high temperature frenzy to buy handfuls of Mega Millions tickets, the fever broke after someone struck gold. One lucky winner in California matched all the Mega Millions numbers and will take home a $315 million jackpot.

After checking my numbers and tossing my ticket into the recycle bin, I wondered what would one person do with all that money? It will be interesting to see.

Lotto Fever

I will freely admit I was momentarily caught up in the Mega Millions fever. On my way home from a meeting I went out of my way to purchase a ticket. Under normal circumstances I buy 1 or 2 tickets each week.

I went a bit overboard tonight. I splurged and bought 5 tickets for tonights draw. I couldn't control myself with a jackpot worth over $300 million dollars.

Yeah, yeah, I know my chances of winning the jackpot are 1 in 175,711,536. I figure what the heck, crazier things have happened.

Where Have the Linens Gone?

Since Tim and I haven't taken any trips this year, we decided to splurge on our adventure to San Francisco. We turned in a pile of miles to fly first class. I am always game for a wider seat and more leg room ... oh yeah, and free cocktails too.

It has been a couple of years since I've been in First Class since I don't travel much for work anymore. I was so looking forward to a bit of pampering on the long flight.

Lunch was about to be served (that alone is a miracle) and along came the flight attendant with a warm towel. On her next round, she placed the linen over my tray table. I looked down and stared in disbelief. I looked right, then left, thinking she ran out of linens.

Oh no, everyone was staring at the same thing I was. The linens had been replaced with a blue paper placemat. I immediately ordered a cocktail to take the edge off. The bubbly flight attendant returned with my beverage. I grasp the glass, eager to sink into the comfy seat and sip my cocktail from a glass, glass.

I sighed deeply as my brain sorted out the signals from my hands and eyes. It wasn't glass. Oh no, just a fancy plastic cup, just like I get in coach. I finished it off in a couple of swigs and ordered another - it was going to take a whole lot more to numb the pain.

There are no more meals, pillows or magazine. I wondered, what will be next? Bring your own glass or toilet paper. One thing is for certain, you will always be able to buy a cocktail in coach. Someone has to help pay for the cocktails I drank on that first class flight.

Just Plane Fun

Just plane fun...I am amazed at what we pay for... mediocre service, jam packed planes and bag of Sun Chips on a 4 hour flight. Next time, I expect to be branded, poked with a cattle prod, then handed a bill for services rendered.