Deal or No Deal
My family managed to find the time to return the Christmas gifts I'd bought on Black Friday, commandeer my mother's jewelery, pack up the home I'd been renting for my mom and I, get the rent for that month refunded, and managed to hold onto my padlocked personal action packer, (to be used against me when the opportunity seemed most beneficial to them). All in the one week I was in a coma. No one ever mentioned what happened to the roll of expended Deal or No Deal tickets I'd bought from the gas station down the street from where I worked. I had saved them all, because they were eligible to be sent in for the Second Chance Drawing for a million dollars. Ironically, the gas station was known to locals as, "Your Store", the name it had been called long after they changed it to the new name. Not the store I worked at, "Your Store". The tickets for their store were bought in small batches during the monthly visit from the Lottery official and then lo...