September 21st, 2005
|11:13 pm - The Good, The Bad, and The Weird|
The good: Martha is resting at Angell right now. audioboy and bex77 drove us over, and we had delightful restaurant conversation along the way. Martha will be in for up to four days for observation, x-rays, ultrasounds, and a sample of her liver cells will be taken too. Dr. Riley, the overnight vet, said that it's likely that Martha has the fatty liver problem, it's common when cats don't eat, but it's always because of something else. We discussed the stress brought on by the moves, and Dr. Riley noticed a heart murmur too ("on a scale from 1 to 6, this is a 3") and said it's probably due to the illness as well. She wants to rule out cancer, too, so the tests are all there. I will be able to call them tomorrow after 10:00 AM to hear how Martha did on the overnight. She was very calm at the vet, let her temperature be taken in a V. Sensitive Spot without complaining too much, and almost headbutted me when I said goodbye. She's going to be fine.
The bad: It's gonna cost a lot. Angell pretty much wants all the payment up front when they spring Marf, and we're looking at anywhere between $1200-$2400 depending on whether she stays one day or four. If I can get someone to go in on a payment plan with me (I can't get accepted for these things) then there'll be monthly payments that automatically come out of my bank account, etc. etc. But I'll have to work on that tomorrow.
The weird: Walking back down Hall Ave tonight I found, on the ground, a bundle of lottery tickets wrapped in a rubber band. It's a thick bundle, and I brought it home to look at. The tickets were for Tuesday's Daily Numbers drawing, and they were all for the same number. 3653. Ten of the tickets were $1 bets for All Four Exact, and eighty were 50 cent bets for First Three Exact (365X.) That's fifty dollars' worth of lottery tickets.
"That's so strange," Jude said, looking them over. "Who would buy so many tickets of the same number?" I shook my head.
"I can't think of anyone who would, unless they knew something..." and we rushed upstairs to check the Lottery website.
The number for Tuesday's drawing?
Had that third number -- one single solitary lousy number! -- not been off, I would be here holding nearly $59,000 in winning lottery tickets. (It's probably the reason why I'm holding them now.) The odds of getting 3 out of 4 numbers are, of course, 1 in 1000, but buying so many tickets only to end up 1 digit off is just too weird to be mere coincidence.
I mean, let's face it. Barring some crazy dude with a coincidental hunch that was almost right, psychic intuition just sliiiiiightly offbase, or a schizophrenic guy mumbling some numbers but mixing up the 8 and the 5, this is pretty much proof that the Massachusetts State Lottery Daily Numbers Game is rigged. Someone here was obviously acting on a tip they got for Tuesday's drawing, and either the tip was wrong (who gives out wrong tips?) or the tickets were printed up wrong (the 5 is dangerously close to the 8 on the number pad) or the guy buying the tickets heard the tip wrong (that Chahlie, he can't hear for shit these days) ...
...or, since you shouldn't hit the big jackpot every time, a batch of tickets was intentionally purchased slightly incorrect so as to make out on the other lesser bets and not arouse suspicion, either from a person or a lottery computer (don't think for a second they don't track purchases like this...)
Consider: what if there were fifty more dollars' worth of bets in that stack to begin with, bets for First Two Exact? That bet did hit. Those tickets would've been taken out and redeemed, and as the First Two Exact paid out $45 for Tuesday, our Tipster-Using Friend here would've made a tidy profit on those bets alone. The other tix were bought in this case just as cover ("Oh well! Guess you can't win 'em all! At least I hit the Two, eh?") and discarded just as easily. Perhaps even as Tipster-User was walking home, counting his newly-fattened bankroll..
I know Somerville has its share of shady underworld types (sup Winter Hill Gang.) I'm willing to bet, ahem, that someone of a nefarious bent is behind this. And if I'd been the one to bring in $59,000 in winning tix, beam "I found 'em on the ground!" and made the daily news, they probably would have found me. And they probably don't like, er, sharing their windfall. Even if all I'd ask for was $2400 for a sick cat.
Of course, if you have any better theories, I'd love to hear 'em, but right now I'm pretty convinced that the game is rigged. I wouldn't Rip The Lid Off The Whole Thing with this stack of 90 tickets, no, nor would I want to play Wally Whistleblower here, but I guess I've now bettered myself for knowing it and, maybe, now so have you.
Dr. Riley did my dog's surgery a few months back; she's excellent!
*positive kitty and money vibes*
(I had to change one of the theories in the post because of this.)
I added "the schizophrenic guy mumbling some numbers" in honor of our favorite Harry Knowles look-a-like on Lost.
|Date:||September 22nd, 2005 03:48 pm (UTC)|| |
Tigger has kidney problems which are causing anoemia which the Dr. says may be related to the heart murmur he has. I think she's making things up, but she is the Vet and therefore does have more schooling in this thing than I do. Anyway, that's what was told to me, and that's what might be happening with your dear friend as well. It sounds like you are a little further along than Tiggs is.
I would recommend going to VESCONE
in the future as they are cheaper than Angel Memorial. They also have been really wonderful to me about both Tigger and Trouble (they removed a lump larger than a golf ball from inside Trouble 3 years ago and helped me with a payment plan which I finished paying off last year). But that's for the future.
Meanwhile, I do wish you had won, that would be a nice break for a change.