Jackie: A Tale of Perversity and Woe

Yesterday at work, after going to throw away the garbage, I returned to find a dollar bill lying on the table that had not been there before.

Awesome, free money, I thought, and pocketed it.

Later on, I decided to use the dollar to buy a scratch-off, because why not. Either way I wouldn't be out my own money, so what the hell, right? Well, I bought one, scratched it off and -- won the dollar right back. I laughed and pocketed the new dollar again.

Bored during my lunch today, I used the dollar to again buy a scratch-off, just to see what would happen. I didn't win anything (surprise, surprise). Mildly disappointed, I headed back to work.

A couple hours later, I randomly looked at the floor on my way back from the bathroom... and there was another dollar.

I think the universe just really wants me to have a dollar for some reason. "Why do you keep spending it on lottery tickets?!" I imagine it yelling at me in frustration. "I keep having to give you a new one! Stop it!" I'm tempted to spend it again to see if another one turns up. Then I'll really be freaked out.