Fantasy Five Foul…

In the Thomson household, Sunday mornings meant Dad's weekly rendezvous with his Fantasy Five lottery ticket. He religiously chose the same numbers, convinced they held the key to his fortune.

One unforgettable Sunday, Dad exited the bathroom, ready to check his numbers. Stepping into the kitchen, he noticed the absence of his ticket. "Eileen, where's my ticket?" he called out to Mom, who was diligently cleaning.

Thinking he was done with it, Mom had gathered all the papers on the table and tossed them in the trash. "I thought you were finished with that," she innocently confessed.

Panicked, Dad dove into the trash, sifting through coffee grounds, slimy leftovers, and wet paper towels. Finally, he unearthed his ticket, but it was a mess. The winning numbers were a soggy, illegible blur.

With a heavy heart, Dad realized his numbers had hit the jackpot. He knew them by heart, but the ticket was beyond recognition. "Well, that's that," he sighed, seeing the funny side of his misfortune.

Despite the disappointment, the Thomsons couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Mom's accidental disposal of Dad's winning ticket became a legendary tale, reminding them that even the best-laid plans can end up in the trash.