Happy Super Bowl, everyone!
As the weekend approached I remembered this silly little story from back in the day and figured, meh, why the heck shouldn’t I share my sadness and stupidity with you?
When I was 15, a few days before the Super Bowl I received in the mail a letter from Publisher’s Clearing House stating that “I could already be a winner” of something like $15 million bucks!! I was young, naive, and ecstatic. The winner was going to be provided with the cheque on Super Bowl Sunday.
I thoroughly believed that I was going to win 15 million dollars. *le sigh*
So, Sunday approached and, while everyone was making plans and doing their thing, I made my best friend come hang out with me allllll day so that she could be there when my winnings arrived.
Every damn time the phone rang I thought it was Ed McMahon calling for directions. And every single time I heard a car coming down the street my heart jumped into my throat and I held my breath. And every time the car kept driving past my house I felt a little more devastation enter my heart.
This idiocy went on for hours. Eventually Kim had to go home, and sometime around midnight I figured it was time to let go of the dream.
Damn you, Ed McMahon!
Go ahead. Laugh at a girl who’s down and out $15 million dollars. Kick me too while you’re at it.