Crappy Prizes
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
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the author must be psychic
Back in 1987, I had scored some ridiculous high number on a standardized academic test. So a few months later (mid-1988 now) I got to go to some fancy awards ceremony being held in the next state over. This involved sitting around in uncomfortable clothes for about a million hours while the other thousand kids with high scores go up on stage one by one to collect a prize. Some people got a book of logic puzzles-- and that was the good prize. Others, like I, got a book whose name escapes me but the premise was it was a "history" of the next 20 years in America. Mind you, this was meant to be "accurate" and "non-fiction," not some sci-fi alternate reality thing.
This looks as interesting as dry toast to a 14-year-old girl, so I toss it aside for about a year. Then the summer of 1989 comes around and I've nothing to do, so I get it out, dust it off and crack the cover. The very first thing that happens: It's November 1988, and Gary Hart has just been elected President of the United States.
I put it back down.
( , Wed 10 Aug 2005, 6:34, Reply)
Back in 1987, I had scored some ridiculous high number on a standardized academic test. So a few months later (mid-1988 now) I got to go to some fancy awards ceremony being held in the next state over. This involved sitting around in uncomfortable clothes for about a million hours while the other thousand kids with high scores go up on stage one by one to collect a prize. Some people got a book of logic puzzles-- and that was the good prize. Others, like I, got a book whose name escapes me but the premise was it was a "history" of the next 20 years in America. Mind you, this was meant to be "accurate" and "non-fiction," not some sci-fi alternate reality thing.
This looks as interesting as dry toast to a 14-year-old girl, so I toss it aside for about a year. Then the summer of 1989 comes around and I've nothing to do, so I get it out, dust it off and crack the cover. The very first thing that happens: It's November 1988, and Gary Hart has just been elected President of the United States.
I put it back down.
( , Wed 10 Aug 2005, 6:34, Reply)
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