I bought a lottery ticket, of the instant scratch-off variety. I very rarely do so, but I was feeling very nervous about the election, about winning and losing and all that, so I thought I’d engage with the whole numbers thing by playing scratch-off Bingo at lunch.
I won $10. Okay, I won $5 since I paid $5 for the ticket. Still, it made me feel perversely better about the election. I know it’s the basest sort of superstitious behavior, but there you have it.
Meet me halfway: buy a ticket.
