De: Icelandic Dream
Sujet: BLAGUES-L: The Winning Ticket
Date: Mardi, 28 Août 2001 21:52:47 -0400


From: Jean Quirion
Date: Tue, 8 Sep 1998 10:20:19 -0400 (EDT)


	At a Christmas party in Melbourne last year the staff decided to
pull a joke on their boss who had a habit of playing serious practical
jokes on everyone else.  When he went to the toilet, they went through 
his wallet and found his Tats Lotto ticket.  Then, they wrote down his 
numbers and called over the waitress to set up a little prank.  She came 
back half an hour later and asked if anyone wanted to know the night's Lotto
numbers, then proceeded to read them out loud before setting the numbers
on the table. The boss looked at the numbers, then casually pulled 
out his wallet and compared them.  He became really silent, put his wallet 
back in his jacket and sat down again breathing really rapidly, and looking
totally blown away.

	After a couple of minutes he pulled out his wallet and Lotto
ticket again, and checked the numbers, very carefully.  Then, he sculled
his drink, stood up on his chair and shouted out to the whole room, "I
just want to let you all know something.  I've been having an affair 
with my secretary for months. I don't like any of you, and I have hated 
working for this company.  You can all go to Hell, 'cos I've just won a shit-
load of money, and I'm leaving!"

	End of job.  End of marriage.  End of story.