Draw Tickets

Yesterday was the first day of work that actually went by a bit quickly! Amazing! But today it was back to normal, pretty slow. Sandy was sick today so I was the stand-in receptionist today. Well, I was like a glorified message taker, really. Actually… not even glorified. So basically I took messages, there.

Also, I counted entry cards for the ATCO Stampede draw and there were more than three-thousand of them. That’s quite a few! One girl entered more than two-hundred times, so I occupied my otherwise brain-dead mind by thinking of what kind of situations would compel ‘Megan Evans’ to personally fill in so many entries.

The first and oddly most probable scenario I came up with was that she just really, really wanted the ATCO coffee mug, blanket, thermos, cookbooks, water bottle, lighter, golf balls, etc. And don’t get me wrong, the prizes were pretty good, just not ‘take the time to fill in two hundred entry forms with my name, number and address’ good. If the prize was a car, that would be different. But the prizes were things the average person would already have anyways, or doesn’t use (ie. golf balls), which is why they are not in present possession of said item.

Another possibility I decided on was that there was a really cute guy working the draw table and ‘Meg’ came back no less than two hundred times just to smile at him. It’s kind of sweet, really.

Or maybe ‘Megan Evans’ was not Megan Evans at all. Perhaps it was actually her seven-year-old daughter, abandoned at the ATCO tent while her mother went to go gambling at the casino. Having nothing else to do, and being too young to enter herself into the draw, she wrote her mother’s name on a full two hundred tickets.

‘Megan Evans’ was probably the alias of a super-spy who was stationed at the ATCO draw table, keeping an eye on the Russian work-exchange student with shifty eyes. To blend in to the scene, she wore a cheerful smile, a blonde ponytail and made small talk with the cute guy working the draw table. While she was filling in her two-hundredth draw entry, she noticed the Russian student smuggle something into his backpack and with that, she was off on the chase. This was by far my favourite possibility.

Monday night was the second time I had a dream that Katie came back from Quebec early in time for Kim’s birthday.