So, I had to get my tires balanced. There’s a joke in there, but whatever. I read a novel while waiting and then it feels like enough time and I get up to check on when my car will be ready just as the guy is printing my receipt. So I said, “That’s a useless psychic power!” and he laughed and relayed the following story:
Trucker comes to him for work periodically. Trucker tells him this story. He was driving and had a sudden, compelling intuition that he had to buy a scratch-off lottery ticket. So he stops at the first available place, gets on line for the register, and the guy in front of him is just about all rung up and paid and done when at the last second, he says “You know what? I’d like a scratch-off ticket.”
Guy in front of him won a million dollars.
Great story, right?
Thing is, people say, If magic works, why don’t you do magic to win the lottery? Har har, snort snort, because the people who say that are always people who think magic is bullshit. But the truth is, everyone is doing magic to win the lottery, so it’s a crowded field; it ends up putting you on line right behind the winner.
“I had to get my tires balanced. There’s a joke in there, but whatever.”
I think the joke is, “And what about your car?”
Credit to my mother, who says it every. damn. time.