You may already be a weiner
When I remember I buy a Powerball in memory of my mother who every time I would go to visit would ask me to stop off and get her a winning ticket. This time when I bought it the cashier did a magic wave of his hands to make it the winning ticket and the gentleman standing next to me told me I already looked like a winner. I saw the same guy in Walgreen’s two days later picking up a prescription and he said, “There’s the winner.”
I got one number correct which is more than usual – the number 58 – hey, I’m getting closer to being a weiner every day.