|World peace! CREDIT.|
Somehow I totally forgot to mention that I am in fact a winner. This could be due to me being such a winner all of the time that being a winner again totally slipped my mind. I'm a permawinner.
So those of you who made it through that total crap above might remember that we had a merchandise contest at Hooters during the month of December. As a recap, the contest basically amounted to seeing who could be the most awesome at selling shit.
The following prizes were offered:
- Trip to Vegas: free room at Hooters Hotel and $100 towards airfare
- Purple Hooters velour tracksuit
- Four Maulers tickets: local farm hockey team full of young boys
So basically, no prize was worth winning but first place. Unless you're really into tracksuits. I was gunning for first.
And then I went to Europe missing eleven days of the contest. So even though I was ahead when I left, it was pretty much a certainty that my lead wouldn't last for a third of the contest that I'd be missing. I might be good, but not that good.
Upon my return from my fabulous Amsterdam adventure, I was greeted by the final tally posted in the back room. There it was. I'd finished third and had won a quartet of hockey tickets. Lame. What was lamer was the fact that I'd missed second by less than $100 and first by less than $400 - a margin easily made in eleven days. I would have won. But I'll take Europe over Vegas any day.
My competitive streak was wounded, but life went on. It was just a contest after all. So I kept working and forgot about it for a few days. Soon payday rolled around and the envelope that accompanied my check quickly reminded me of the hockey tickets I hadn’t yet received. Obviously this was the tickets.
It wasn't until hours later that I actually opened the envelope and saw not four hockey tickets, but a voucher for a free room in Vegas and a check for $100. These were accompanied by a note saying that my hard work was being rewarded and that I too had received first prize. Even though I hadn't actually won, it was acknowledged that I indeed would have had I had the same amount of time as everyone else. I was totally floored.
So, kids, the moral of the story is you should always try your best because you may get the chance to go to Vegas and be a total sloppy drunk for four days and three nights. That's what being an adult is like.