Winning the lottery and hiring a hitman

Preston emptied his pockets and placed a stack of papers on the kitchen counter, “ready to win some money tomorrow? I have 90 chances right here.”

“Powerball?”

“Yep, it’s up to five-hundred and forty million!”

Funny thing is Preston isn’t a gambler. I am. He says he never wins so why waste the money. I say, it’s fun, you can’t win if you don’t play.

I’m excited. I’m already thinking of ways to spend the money.

Now, we’re watching a Dateline special about wives trying to hire hitmen to kill their husbands. Too bad the hitmen are actually undercover detectives. Nice job, Dateline.

“I guess I better watch my back after we win our millions.”

Look at Preston being optimistic about winning the lottery.

Oh Preston!