I've won a lottery I didn't enter! |
Last week, there was an email from a Mr. Christopher Wray with the very official sounding Antiterrorism and Monetary Crimes Division at FBI Headquarters, informing me about a large lottery payment I have won from a lottery I never entered. The exclamation points in the greeting are convincing, though.
All I have to do to get it rolling is to send a $96 fee to have my $4.8 million released by the IMF and have a check shipped to me. Simple, right? Last I heard, the FBI was not in the lottery winning notifications arena, and no, I won’t be sending a payment.
Sugar baby invite! |
Although it would be more
believable if Thomas was inviting me to a Pampered Chef party or an online cooking
group, he has extended a kind invitation to be his sugar baby – with weekly payments.
This is intriguing. I know the definition of “young” keeps getting pushed out
and 40 is the new 20 and 50 is the new 30, but the reality is, I’m closer to
retirement age and an assisted living facility that to any age that is young. Unless, of course, this dude is as old as Methuselah at age 969, in which
case, my age would be relatively young. It’s hard to tell by
the tiny photo in the message if he is Methuselah, but I'm doubting it, Thomas.
Sugar daddy Thomas was blocked, but
that is now feeling a little hasty. Maybe I should have at least inquired about the
weekly payments. After all, I did just also win a foreign lottery, so my luck
is running pretty hot. Between the lottery the FBI wrote me about and the
weekly payments from Thomas the sugar daddy wannabe, this could be my entry to the
easy life. It may be time for an appointment with a wealth manager to develop a
plan for my new income streams.
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