When I scratched the lottery ticket, my hands started shaking. Ten thousand dollars. I checked the numbers again and again, barely believing what I saw. The ticket had been a casual gift from a guy at my old job—nothing special, just a friendly gesture. I never imagined it would turn into something life-changing. Later that day, he stopped by and casually asked if I had scratched it yet.
My heart pounded, but I told him no. He nodded and left. The moment the door closed, excitement rushed through me. I began thinking about bills I could pay, things I could finally fix, and the relief that money might bring. Still trembling, I turned the ticket over to read how to claim the prize.
That’s when I noticed something strange—tiny print I had missed before. My eyes scanned the back again, slower this time. Then it hit me. The ticket wasn’t real. Printed clearly near the bottom were the words: “Promotional novelty ticket — not a real lottery ticket.” My excitement collapsed into disbelief, then awkward laughter.
The whole thing had been a prank. The next time I saw him, he couldn’t hold back his grin. I shook my head, half annoyed, half amused. For a few hours, I had felt the thrill of winning big—and learned how quickly hope can turn into humor.