Wednesday, 11 January 2017
This Thing Called Trust
At Christmas my friend was given a Lotto Max lottery ticket and, as she doesn't play, she didn't know how to find if out if the ticket was a winner. I told her her she could check the winning numbers on line, and offered to do so when she gave me one of those "yeah, right" looks.
I looked up her numbers, but alas, she was not a winner. The big prize that week was 60 million, plus forty, one million dollar prizes.
I often take my neighbor shopping, as she is approaching her 90th birthday and no longer drives. I'm also her go-to person when she has problems on her computer, which is funny, as I have my own go-to person.
Maybe she didn't trust the online check, but she mentioned that there was a machine at the lottery kiosk where she could check her number.
Since we were going to the store, I put her ticket in my pocket so she could verify the numbers. Unfortunately, when we got to the store, I didn't have it.
It did cross my mind that maybe there was the slightest bit of worry on her part. The next day we were talking and she said she'd had the weirdest dream the night before.
She had her ticket and lost it going in the store. A man found the ticket in the parking lot, took it to the kiosk and found it to be a big winner. Obviously my friend has trust issues and I should not appear to have landed a windfall or she would think I'd swindled her.
Luckily I later found the ticket by my bed, where it must have fallen out of my pocket. It is in her possession and I am not a member of the nouveau riche.
I think she would be upset if told I'd felt she didn't trust me, but given her age, it's the internet and computers she has no faith or trust in.
Still, it's a good thing I have no big expenditures in my future.