And I am, of course. Great wife, beautiful kids, good family. But wouldn’t a few million bucks be nice?
The 15 cooks of a small school district in Roseville, Minnesota, showed up for work on Monday, even though they all knew they didn’t need the job. “The kids come first,” one said. Each of them put a quarter in a pot to buy four Powerball tickets; something they’ve been doing every pay period for the past 13 years. (I haven’t bothered with the math, but I think they could have done this for several thousand years and it would have still paid off; the consortium won half of a $190 million pot, which netted them about $6.5 million each. Not bad.
And only in Minnesota (or perhaps North Dakota) would you see this:
The women started their first Monday as millionaires back on the school lunch line where they fed the students in the tiny Holdingford School District before hopping a bus to the state lottery headquarters to claim their prize.
“It was really tough to be concentrating on the meal,” said winner Karen Overman. “I know there’s a need for news conferences in the morning, but we’ve got breakfast to put out.”
God bless them.
Oh, by the way, the other half of the pot hasn’t been claimed yet, but goes to the holder of a ticket purchased in a “southwestern Indiana town”. Check your pockets.
And in an oddly related story, I heard recently that Jeff Probst (of Survivor fame) has directed a new movie starring James Earl Jones and titled “Finder’s Fee“. The premise: What would you do if you found a wallet containing a winning lottery ticket worth $6 million?”