One evening while returning from Paris, Pappettan went into a reverie. It was late in the night and cold air was blowing into our faces. I kept silent. Fortunately, the status-quo didn't last for long. Suddenly, he started talking.
Pappettan: What kind of life is this?
Me: *nods sympathetically as I already sense a blogpost*
Pappettan: If I had lots of money, then I would go on a world tour... and take a lot of pictures.
Me: *still nodding and mentally noting down what is happening*
Pappettan: I wish I win the lottery.
Me: *silently nodding*
Pappettan: Lottery! That is the only way out.
Me: *realizing it is time to say something* I will pray you win the lottery.
Both of us go silent for a short while. Then...
Pappettan: But there is a problem!
Me: * turns the face away from Pappettan and rolls my eyes*
Pappettan: In order to win the lottery, I have to buy a ticket. That...I never do.
Tags: Pappettan Says,Lottery