I sat next to Santa on the Red Line.
Older guy, in that hard-to-tell-what-age phase. He says, "Did you see that group of people who won the lottery? I think that's great. It's so awful when just one person wins."
"Yeah," I say, "once you've got past the first ten or twenty million, what're you going to spend it on?"
"I could spend it," he says.
"Well, first, I'd go into work wearing my dad's coat," he heaves a sigh, "then, I'd buy bicycles for every kid in town, find out if people were in need, send a lawyer over there to make sure they were above board, and get 'em taken care of."
He continues, "I remember there was a guy who did that, you know, gave a bike to every kid in his hometown, rented out the football field, and had a truckload of bikes sent over there for 'em to pick out."
"That's awfully nice," I say.
"Sure, I'd do that all the time...I play Santa Claus every Christmas, why not do it the rest of the year?"
"Well," I say, "this is my stop, but I hope you win."
"And if I don't, I hope you do," he says.
So I bought a ticket, and if I win, it's bikes for everyone.