Chaz walked into the Lottery office, he stood in line, and waited to buy his ticket. When his turn came the shop assistant said Hi Chaz, back again ..yeah don't you know it, replied Chaz. One of these days who knows, I might crack the big one and get to go....the assistant sold Chaz his ticket, Good luck she smiled... and he walked out, jumped in his old pickup and went off to work. Chaz was a bike mechanic, he had worked on custom Harley's for years then the economy took a down turn, and Chaz had been laid off, cause no one was buying many customs. His boss hated to let Chaz go, but the reality was he was closing the doors before he lost his house. He managed though to get Chaz a start over in Sioux Falls with a Honda dealer. Hondas weren't Chaz's bag but the internal combustion engine is the same the world over, and Chaz had been working at the same place for the last 3 years..That night Chaz came home, he flaked on the couch and was woken up by his ol lady around 11pm before she went to bed. Chaz walked into the kitchen, and looked in the microwave..sure enough his dinner was there on a plate. Striking up the microwave Chaz heated up his dinner again, and sat alone and in silence ate his dinner. Finishing up he cleaned his plate and utensils and stacked em neatly to dry on the rack. He went to the bathroom cleraned his teeth..jumped in the shower and went to bed...It seemed Chaz was just stuck in his life,for he did the same thing every night of the week.
Climbing into the bed he leaned over kissed ol Thel on the cheek...and rolled over. Thel did you get the lottery numbers tonight...? Huh...yeah on the kitchen table under the fruit bowl...Night Chaz..Nite Thel....
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