fresh flowers and guacamole

"Pooch, I'm going to win the lottery tomorrow. It's 27 million dollars."

A serious tone.

"If you win the lottery tomorrow I am going to laugh."

Jovial response.

"I'd get 540,ooo a year for the next 30 years. That's what I would do. What would you do? Take the cash payout? About 8 million dollars now, or go for $540,000 a year for the next 30 years."

He wants to know.

"I'd go for the $540,000 a year."

Truth. I might go crazy with 8 million dollars. I'd go nuts. Buy everything. It would be gone in a year. Everyone I know would have fresh flowers on their dining room table. And, I'd buy land in Mexico for my ultimate goal: Avocado farming. After a year, it might be all gone. The crops might not be cultivated and I'd have made so many new friends that the world might be running out of fresh flowers to cut.

"Really? I think I might take the 8 million.I don't think that I could trust our world to still be giving me the $540,000 a year for 30 years. Things are really messed up out there."

Statement of sincerity. Thoughts of being cheated.

Maybe I should take the 8 million. Everyday would be a celebration with guacamole and friends old and new. Fresh flowers and sombreros. If only for a year. Life would be good.

"Pooch I'm serious, tomorrow I am going to win the lottery."

A serious tone.

I wonder if he plans on splitting the winnings?