South Carolina is a small state – population five million – so there’s a good chance that if last night’s Mega Millions winner is a local that I know someone who knows someone who knows that person, which is not to say that I don’t already know them.
People in small towns think that they can keep a secret. They’re wrong. We’ll know if you win whether you give your name or not.
Going from one microwave to two and parking a Volvo – wait a second, too liberal – a Ford F-350 in the driveway was meant to catch our attention.
You’ll forgive your relatives for asking for loans. Everyone has a Shark Tank idea. It will be tough to turn the pastor away, but you didn’t get to be rich saying “yes” to everything.
Dear Winner, you could buy a rustic mill village with that kind of money. Great Falls, South Carolina is looking for an old-fashioned land baron. The high school band needs uniforms and instruments, really – please, consider it.
Ninety Six, South Carolina could use an upgrade. A few zeros should help. The state probably won’t share as fast or as generously as a motivated patron – another knock against adopting the lottery as a way of life.
I’m not a lottery playing dude as you may have surmised from last night’s tweet: “Just so we’re clear. I have no need for $1.6 billion.”
Once you get to counting in excess of fingers and toes you’ve lost me. A billion dollars messes with my version of the American Dream. I’m bigger than my wallet, if you know what I mean.
I think that rich people should be banned from playing the lottery. They have too much already – the IRS and their broker will confirm – so, let someone else win for change.
All things equal the Mega Millions winner may not look or sound like what people expect a billionaire to look and sound like.
I’m thrilled if that’s the case.
Nobody who wins a billion dollars has thought this through. It won’t make anymore sense in the future than it does now. You stopped for gas and soda, and made an impulse purchase.
How is that a good thing?