Bill stood outside the five-and-dime, his pockets worth less. Grand total: two cents. He wanted action on the drawing at ten cents a ticket. Grand prize: a new sedan.
Ever the gambler, he engaged a willing chap in some dice. Minutes later, he was worth twenty cents. After heads-and-tails with the waitress, eighty. After a quick bet with a patron on the game on the tube, a dollar-sixty.
Bill bought sixteen tickets, and proceeded to lose.
Just as planned.
He had taught the kid a lesson.
“See, gamblin’ ain’t worth it. Just my two cents.”