No, this is not another topic about magic boards.
Actually, this thread is most likely to be the off-topicest there has been for awhile and I do apologize for this but I just had to share.
On 01/22/1998 (actually the day before my 43rd birthday), we were driving back home after an afternoon spent with the kids around Biarritz. As I was driving through one of Biarritz’ streets, my wife catherine suddenly asked me to stop, park the car, and go play a lottery ticket in a lottery booth that we had just passed. I tried to explain that the street was very narrow and it was difficult to park the car and we could just buy a ticket in another place but she didn’t even listen to me; It had to be there and then. OK, no need to try and discuss with women so I parked the car and went to buy the f@+^%£ing lottery ticket. Put it in my wallet and went back to the car mumbling and grumbling all the way back home about women and their crazes…
Two days later, I had just taken the kids to school and I was driving back home in a very bad mood. Times were rather tough for us, I had invoices to pay and not much money to do so. The car’s gas tank was almost empty and I didn’t know how I would refill it today. And to top it all, I badly needed a cigarette (I was smoking at the time, not anymore) but had none left… So I went to the next tobacco shop where I knew the owner quite well, figuring he would let me have a pack of cigarettes that I could pay later. Just as I was coming into the shop, I suddenly remembered the lottery ticket in my wallet and I thought that maybe I had won a few dollars (french Francs, actually) and that it would pay for cigarettes. So I handed the ticket to the guy for checking.
To make a long story short, I walked out of the shop not only with a pack of cigarettes but with enough to pay for my invoices, refill the car, actually buy a new one, a piece of land and to build a house on it. Plus a few extras.
That was about the first time I learnt that I should never discuss anything my wife “felt” like doing.
Over the next years, she won a trip to Mauritius island for both of us with all expenses paid (radio game), another one to Saint Martin island (same) and a number of things including bicycles, hi-fi, money, basically anything you could think of. Every time, she would say that she just “felt” like playing at such or such precise moment and she just won each time.
Today is our 20 years wedding anniversary. I went running in the morning ( I need to loose some extra-weight). As I was coming back from a few miles away, I heard my mobile phone ringing and started to curse those customers who call you at any time of day but it was actually Catherine. She had just “felt” like playing on the radio game again to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
We’re going to Djerba island, this time.
I love you, Cat.
