Well, I dug under couch, stuck my hand in between the car seats, rummaged through every pocket in the house and raided my daughter’s piggy bank (okay, I stopped short of raiding her pig) and came up with $3.07. The good news: it was enough money to purchase three lottery tickets. The bad news: I woke up this morning and learned that of the six set of numbers printed on the ticket not one single one (let me repeat, not ONE single one) matched any of the winning digits. So much for lucky dates. July 7, 2007 was a bust in my book.
And it appears I’m not alone. According to the lottery website no one won the Powerball, SuperCash or MegaBucks jackpot… 7-7-07 Bahumbug! I should note that our family’s budget does not allow for the purchase of lottery tickets (hence the scrounging for change). Though I will confess that when the jackpot gets so large it makes the news I like the other lemmings of the world run to the nearest mini-mart and fork over a dollar for the chance to win $300 million (as if the $1 million jackpot wasn’t worth giving up my ten dimes).
So would it been wiser to have spent the $3.07 on a gallon of gas, or a couple of boxes of tissue, or three pounds of strawberries. Now that I know that I don’t have the winning ticket, of course the answer is yes. So I didn’t win. I’m not surprised. Unlike like Tony Parker I am not superstitious. I didn’t feel any luckier on 7-7-07 than on any other day.
It makes me wonder how lucky the people who took advantages of the Ritz Carlton Hotel’s wedding special feel the day after. The hotel’s Central Park location in New York offered a July 7th wedding package featuring a reception for 77, a seven-tier wedding cake, seven Tiffany diamonds for the bride, and a seven-night honeymoon at any Ritz in the world — for $77,777. Perhaps the couples lucked out and for 77 grand got an experience that was priceless.
And what of all those women who gave birth on 7-7-07. Some couples were so enraptured with the date they scheduled Caesarean sections to guarantee their child would be born on a “lucky” day. A couple in Omaha told local news reporters that they had to pull some strings, but in the end were able to secure a C-section for Saturday the 7th. And one first time mom in Honolulu told reporters that soon after her water broke at noon on Friday, July 6th her father called her every hour begging her to “keep the baby in” until the 7th. She gave birth at 12:53 a.m. on 7-7-07. Do you think that baby be any luckier than a baby born today? I doubt it.
In our town a local man turned 77 yesterday. Yup, 77 on 7-7-07. He’s pretty proud of that fact, though he tells people he considers everyday he’s alive a lucky day. The man’s mother used to remind him that he was one of seven babies born at the local hospital on 7-7-37. Of course, his lucky birthday didn’t automatically mean big celebrations. “During the war, we didn’t have a lot of birthday parties,” he said.
So was 7-7-07 worth all the hype it generated? How did you fare on the “lucky” day?
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