I think I’m being stalked online by an entity that breaks dates and tries to con me into buying things.
For more than three years, I have been working to complete all that’s asked of me, but to no avail.
I have also tried to break it off, but the entity just keeps coming back, offering amazing riches.
When I don’t respond, I get threats.
Please, please, please shut me off.
Now, it’s looking for more victims on television.
My friend said I ought to enter and I said the huge sum is never rewarded.
“It has to be. Hasn’t anyone reported them for false advertising?”
There is a difference between will and could.
I could be president. Anyone can, but I won’t.
When I was in grade school, back in the days when we had to wear dresses and skinned knees were a status symbol, one of my teachers said anyone could, but most people won’t try.
The red-haired kid in the back of the room said he would begin his quest that day.
Our teacher was an equal opportunity mentor.
“Do you have a lot of money? Lots and lots of money?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a marble. “My shooter. It’s worth at least a dollar.”
Digging deeper, he pulled out the corner of what might have once been a dollar bill. “The bank’ll give me a whole dollar for this, so I’m saving it for emergencies.”
The teacher smiled, a smile that gave birth to laughter.
“Nice, but you’ll need more than that.”
It was 1952, back when two dollars was an amazing fortune to a nine-year-old. We were naive back then and a little girl with almost platinum blond hair declared she would marry the “rich kid”
The teacher smiled. “Send me an invitation.”
Learning was fun in that classroom. Even recess was fun. A boy brought a frog in a jar and he was king for the day.
Television was in existence and a couple of families had them. Most of us didn’t.
Telephones were on the kitchen wall or the living room table. If someone called we didn’t want to converse with, it was fun slamming the receiver down in his or her ear.
It was possible to just leave the phone off the hook hoping the caller would get the message.
This morning alone, I have had six calls on my cell phone seeking to insure me, sell me a time share or provide an opinion.
Cell phones aren’t fun unless one plays games on them or actually uses them for computers.
I use mine to call out and text sometimes. The numbers come without labels and  I don’t know if it’s friend or foe.
My computer is at home or the office and it’s not much better, but I probably could win enough money to buy a better one if I could enter the right combination of numbers on a card.
No one can. The prize was due to be awarded in May and June, but the message was no one had the correct number combination.
I suspect that will be the excuse again unless the last threat is reality and I will be forever excluded from the contest.
The little blonde girl didn’t marry the boy with the marble. She got the one with the frog.
At least something happened.