The Ticket

The Ticket

"Kingston!", I heard  Mr. Zimbalist, my boss, exclaim. I ran swiftly to his office. There he waited with a stern face, balding head and a hazy cigar in his hand. "Kingston,  I need you to run down to the drug store and get me a lottery ticket." Oh yes sir!",  I said eagerly. "And since you decided to take off work yesterday, you can pay for the expenses!" "But sir, my daughter was sick with the flu! I had to stay by her side!", I said in a timid sort of defense. "Well if this is an issue, then you can spend as much time with your daughter as you want- because if you don't do this simple thing for me, your ass is finished! Understood?" I nodded my head reluctantly. I walked to the drug store, where a woman was pleading with the cashier. "Oh please, sir! It's all the money I have!" "Well lady, that ain't my problem", said the cashier in a matter-of-fact way. I then stepped forward. "I'll pay the difference." "Well aren't you a nice guy! She owes me seven cents, pal", he moaned. I reached into my pocket and pulled out seven cents. "Bless you, sir, bless you!", she said with a bright glow in her eyes. "Oh, it was nothing, really. I try to help people whenever I can." "And the lord will bless you seven fold! Thank you again!" She ran out of the store with as a gigantic smile on her face. I bought the ticket for my boss, where he dropped the ticket to the ground. "Argh, it's a loser!" He stomped away. I then picked up the ticket, seeing that he had forgotten to scratch one of the numbers. I then dug my fingernails into this piece of cardboard and paper- And it wasn't a loser at all- It was a winning ticket for $7 million dollars! While I was jumping for joy, a woman brushed passed me. It was the woman from the drug store. She gave me a smile and a wink and kept walking. I never saw the woman again.