As it turns out, I don't work at Dollarama and I'm not some chick in Kitchener so I may have been a bit premature in declaring myself a millionaire.
It's a shame, really. The world is just going to have to go on being sucky without my intervention for a while longer.
At least it's nice to see some people winning big that seem unlikely to have become independantly wealthy on their own or unlikely to die before being able to enjoy it. Much better than when you see rich people or one-foot-in-the-grave old people win.
Speaking of which…
Last night as I dropped by Rona to pick some stuff up, an elderly but quite able-bodied couple pulled into a handicapped parking spot and trotted into the store. Sure enough, they've got a handicapped card in their windshield. Now I'm no doctor (or am I?), but if you don't at least need a stick to walk around, then I think you can park out in the sticks with the rest of us. Being retarded does not entitle you to a closer parking spot!!
Hrm. Yes.
I see this sort of thing at the GO station all the time… people who have the card for who knows what reason abusing the system to park close even when they're clearly fully mobile.
Hey, if you've got the card so you can drive a handicapped family member around… if they're not in the car, you shouldn't be using it for yourself!
But you know… if morbid obesity is a valid justification for the permit, maybe dumb is, too.