I try to obey all the laws. I am still terrified that someday, I will be arrested for having cut off those tags that plain out warn you DO NOT REMOVE from my new (or what used to be new) pillows, mattresses, couch cushions, that sort of thing. I mean, it was as if J. Edgar Hoover was going to come after me. Nowadays, there is someone who has known all along that I have these tickets, and can tell where I am & what I am doing. I bet they even have some little chip thing in them that tells them when I put the recycled stuff in the compost bin.
Now, it says very clearly, KEEP THIS COUPON! I am sharing this with you, so you will know that I can write about something other than the latest directive from Princess Melita Bonaparte. No one had to delegate this one to me, I did it all by myself. I kept to the law, for fear of being sent to some jail, and kept them all.
Now, what do I do with them? I’d like to think there will be a tremendous award, a shopping excursion to Cartier or my very own paid-for-life suite of rooms at the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo. I could use this type of spiff.
If you won one of the prizes when they called these numbers, it was mine. Can I have it back, please?
And I really do want to go to Iceland. I just wish one of these tickets was the winner!