By Jerry Zezima
The Stamford Advocate
I know you don’t know this because you aren’t clairvoyant, otherwise you would have won the lottery by now, but I recently failed to win the lottery even though my numbers were picked by a clairvoyant.
I was surprised and disappointed when I didn’t win $105 million in the Mega Millions drawing after playing my “personal lucky lottery numbers,” which were given to me by Maria Duval, who was described in a magazine ad as “the famous clairvoyant and medium.”
In her photo, she looked to be a medium, about size 8, but at least she wasn’t billing herself as Claire Voyant.
Anyway, next to the impressive background information on Maria, “holder of the highest honorary awards and degrees, more than 30 years of accurate and verifiable predictions,” was a form I had to fill out.
“Choose your 7 wishes NOW!” it urged.
Among the 33 choices, I checked off “Win enough money to never have to work again.” I don’t do much work now, but I figured it would be nice to do nothing in luxury.
I also checked off “Be the friend of wealthy people.” I could imagine being in the same social circles as moneybags like Donald Trump. Then The Donald could introduce me to his rich friends as The Jerry.
But the one that really appealed to me was “Win the lottery jackpot within two weeks.” Because I took a vow of poverty when I went into journalism, I wanted to strike it rich as soon as possible, so I filled out the form, which promised that the wishes I “cherished most” would be granted “FREE OF CHARGE,” and mailed it to Maria.
She responded immediately with a letter that contained not only my winning lottery numbers, but the promise that the following Tuesday “will mark a very positive turning point in your life.” Best of all, it was signed, “Your devoted friend, Maria Duval.”
The following Tuesday was cloudy. I ran some errands in the morning and went to work. Nothing happened. When I returned home, I had meatloaf for dinner. Afterward I watched TV, but there wasn’t much on, so I went to bed. It was one of the dullest days of my life.
But I wasn’t discouraged because I still had my “personal lucky lottery numbers” to play.
I went to Early’s Market & Deli and told owner Bob Mourlatos that he was looking at the next Mega Millions winner.
“Congratulations,” Bob said. “But how can you be so sure?”
“My numbers were picked by Maria Duval,” I explained.
“Who’s she?” Bob asked.
“The famous clairvoyant and medium,” I responded.
“I’ve never heard of her,” Bob said.
It didn’t matter because I knew Maria would not fail me. So did Doug Bauer, a regular customer who was so sure I would win that he wanted to play my numbers, too. “That way,” Doug said, “we could split the money.”
Lawrence Riley, another customer, declined to get in on the action because, he said, “If I ever won, I’d have a heart attack.”
I gave Bob my numbers: 6, 10, 12, 13, 20, 40.
“Good luck!” he said.
I had no luck at all because Maria correctly picked only one number, 13, which is, of course, unlucky.
You don’t have to be a famous clairvoyant and medium to know that I should have seen it coming.
Copyright 2010 by Jerry Zezima