The ring of your doorbell

You are woken up by the sound of your doorbell. You throw on a robe and answer it. An attractive fireman is at the door. You smile.

"Sorry to bother you miss but I think you left your purse at the incident last night."

You take it. "Oh, thanks. Would you want to come in for some coffee or something?"

"On duty miss."

"Well thank you for returning my purse."

You look through your purse to make sure everything is still there. It is. Not only that a lottery ticket for tonight's drawing is with your wallet.

You go about a rather mundane day. You pick up groceries, do some laundry, clean up a bit, and watch some television.

On a lark you check the lottery ticket.

"Holy shit!" You exclaim to no one in particular. You just won almost one hundred million dollars!

You call in sick Monday and collect your winnings. You have them transferred to a newly opened brokerage account. People seem to come out of the woodwork offering to help manage your money. Oddly you feel like you know just what to do with it.

With few well timed investments you double it inside a week.

Suddenly you have gone from a dull job to flying about looking for a house and businesses to buy. Finally you get a chance to call Di.

"Di, how are you doing?"

"Great Sara, I heard you win the lottery congratulations! I have good news of my own. I swear my breasts have gotten bigger all this week. One of the people in my class is an agent. I just got offered a job as a fitness model!"

"That's incredible you still making it to Sara's bachelorette party?"

"Of course."

You talk for a while. Then you board your chartered flight. You'll need to be back tomorrow for the bachelorette party.