Twyglet’s loss

Twyglet Twycroft never got his hopes up about winning the Lotto.

He knew the odds and he had never won despite playing weekly.

Then one day, the barcode reader blipped and he won half a million euro.

Screaming with delight, he drove off to the Lotto headquarters to claim his prize.

And the car ride over was magnificent!

Oh the visions he had. The dreams. They were glorious.

He skipped up to the desk, greeted the receptionist with overwhelming enthusiasm and handed over his ticket.

The cars, the houses, the holidays he could now afford.

Then it all came crashing down as the receptionist told Twyglet that he had not won.

That there must have been an error with the ticket reader in the garage he visited and the devastation crashed over Twyglet Twycroft like a tsunami.

The sense of loss was so great that he curled up into a ball and cried right there on the cheap carpet office floor.

They say that it is better to have loved and lost than to have never have loved at all.

I don’t think that applies to the lotto.