I went out tonight to purchase a Lotto 6/49 ticket for the $42 million dollar draw. Little did I know that the cashier at the convenience store was going to ask me for ID. “Do I look that young?” I ask, feeling somewhat flattered. He replied with a yes, then his eyes opened wide when he saw my birthdate: “That’s a good thing,” he replied with a smile and wished me luck with my ticket.
Methinks it’s my new hairdo (I nixed the braids and hotcombed my hair). Too bad I didn’t win the jackpot.
