Care to hear about my personal low?

So I’ve gotten sucked into this game that Rite Aid is sponsoring where you get little tickets every time you purchase certain items and if you collect the right combination of tickets you can win prizes varying from a mortgage (which I could totally use to put a down payment on all these band-aids and peanuts I bought at Rite Aid) to cash to gift cards to Wii to other stuff. I thought I was the only one lured by the siren call of FREE STUFF THAT COSTS MONEY however my friend’s parents who are also respectable people have a game board too. So my local Rite Aid was out of game pieces and being the sensible person I am I wasn’t going to make a special trip to another store to redeem the tickets which were duly mine however I did carry around the receipt indicating that I was owed some tickets in case I happened to come across a Rite Aid in my daily trips to New Hampshire or Angola. Look, I don’t care how far I have to go. I NEED THOSE TICKETS.

So anyway yesterday I was back at my local store purchasing artificial sweetener and Sobe lifewater, because I am artificially sweet and wanted to drink something that didn’t taste very good and I gently inquired at the top of my lungs whether they had any game pieces. They did. The cashier handed me a fat stack that was the size of a hunk of chedder or a pretty big scone or a decent sized scoop of ice cream or a hamster. “How many am I supposed to take?” I asked. “All of them. The game is over tomorrow.” Sweet holy Jesus!

Just a fraction of the tickets

So I’ve spent the last I don’t know how long going through these tickets (don’t worry, I have a system) and I still haven’t won anything and I’m pretty sure this is a very poor use of my time, especially since I have a large to do list which includes important things involving important things. That’s squared importance. But if I win something big it’ll be worth it. But, I mean, who win these things? But someone has to!

UPDATE: I didn’t win anything.