Promises Kept

Every so often I come to your shop to buy potato chips because I like potato chips and you sell them. I usually accompany the snack with a lottery ticket and make the timeless joke “I’d like a winner please” while making the purchase. We both laugh and you wish me luck. This has happened on innumerable occasions now and every time the chips taste the same–a little stale, your laugh stays earnest and full and the pain of always losing on the ticket is constant as dreams of backyard concrete skateparks and border collies are violently snatched away as if attached to a bungee cord. I know it has always been a joke between us but I hope this time you can see past that and give me a reason to celebrate or I might have to start eating those expensive rice cakes from Whole Foods.