During my lunch break the other day I made two small expenditures, not counting the six dollars I spent on the nasty General Tao Chicken from some dodgy takeout.  I gave a buck to a busker who was singing and playing guitar (and doing a rather shitty job of both), and I bought a lottery ticket at a nearby bodega.  I rarely–uh, make that damn near never, as I’m usually a tightwad–do either, but for reasons that escape me now, I decided to let loose a couple greenbacks.  WTF, live large.

What did I get in return for my impulse investments?  A minute or so of dubious entertainment while walking down the street, and a one-in-120-million chance of retiring early.  Which was the better deal for me?  I still don’t know.  I just hope the busker doesn’t waste his money on something stupid…like lottery tickets.

Just goes to show what a dollar will get you these days.  Good thing I wasn’t handing out Euros.