I Told You I’d Give You Some Of My Winnings
Missed Connections from Savannah
I saw you in line at the convenience store that was attached to the gas station. You had a cute pink hat on and were wearing light jeans with boots. I told you to go ahead of me since I only wanted to buy a Dr Pepper. You mentioned that if I bought another drink, that they had a possible prize of a million dollars and hinted that this might be my lucky day. “No incredibly attractive girl in the line buying doritos and gum…this could be our lucky day” (I thought to myself…Who would say that out loud?). Then I remembered that I actually wanted the Dr Pepper so I bought that instead. I still told you that I’d share my winnings with you if I won. That’s mostly a lie though. I’d actually just make sure my mom never had to do yard work again in her life. But y’know, AFTER that we can split whatever is left.
Note to self: get incredibly cute girl’s number before letting her drive off. Also use debit as the clerk likes that more and would have bought the time needed to ask aforementioned cute girl for number.
Do not fret beautiful girl of my dreams. Brace yourself…because according to the mail I have in my hands, I might have already won 1 million dollars from Publisher’s Clearing House! I know right?! Wicked cool! And just to sweeten the deal and make everyone feel just as special, they send it to…everyone…um…else.
How does anyone win something before they even know anything about it? It’s just like this credit card that I may or may not already be pre-approved for UP TO 10,000 dollars for! It’s like there are psychic financial advertisers out there just waiting to throw pamphlets and offers into the mail with MY name on it. It’s the ‘up to’ part that I always laugh at. I can imagine some guy opening his letter with a brand new card approved for like, 3 bucks. Can you imagine THAT Starbucks conversation? “No…not enough on the card for the Vente. Gimme whatever passes for a small”
Small, medium, large, extra large. It’s not hard, and you don’t need a play book to order something.
Great, now I’m craving coffee. Now you are too. You’re welcome. Meet me there and we can get on with the ‘happily ever after’ portion of our lives. =o)
-Blue
Her Two Cents
I heard this Dylan song on the radio yesterday during a seven hour road trip and wondered what Savannah’s Blue has been up to lately. He had a mad flurry of possibly fictional missed connections stories that appeared last year but have since disappeared. This message fit so well with the upcoming Powerball super-mega-power-jackpot that I couldn’t refuse. Perhaps Blue scored big with his tales of fleeting love and is now otherwise entangled…
