I Got a Silver Ticket

As I arrived home from work, I was greeted at the door by the Federal Express man. This is not a normal occurrence for me so to see him at my house was just a little strange. In his hand was an envelope that I had to sign for. Looking at the outside of the envelope, the return address listed Utah. I felt around the envelope to try and understand what was inside. It felt fairly large and not real flexible. I took the package to my desk and tore it open. There inside was a Hallmark card from the Salt Lake City Olympic Committee. In the card was my tickets to the Salt Lake City 2002 Winter Olympic games. Each ticket displayed the event that the ticket was for along with a really cool silver hologram.

I felt like Charlie from the Willie Wonka movie. I was running around the house singing, “I got a silver ticket!” Of course my family thought I was completely off my rocker, especially when I suggested that Dakota paint his face orange and sing the Oompa Loompa song. An I am sure Trina really did not appreciate my comment that she looked an awful lot like Grandma Josephine. Ah, what a day. A Silver Ticket and all I can eat chocolate bars. It couldn’t get much better than that. Now though comes the hard part, waiting thirty days for the games to begin. Even harder though will be trying to pack every piece of clothing I own so I can stay warm. I am definitely going to need a new Diamondbacks turtleneck and a Diamondbacks sweatshirt. I thought I saw somewhere that there was a Diamondbacks stocking cap available. I wonder if anyone has any Diamondbacks snow boots or mittens for sale? Wow, who would have thought that going to the Olympics would give me such a great opportunity to go to the team shop? I think I better sit down and make a list of things to do. I wonder if we have any fizzy-lifting drinks in the refrigerator? I could use a good burp and who knows, maybe I can fly to the ceiling like Charlie and Grandpa Joe. (Note to self: make sure ceiling fans are turned off.)

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