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I’ve read that if you ever win the lottery, you’re supposed to put the ticket in a safe deposit box, hire a lawyer, then listen to their advice.

Before going to the lottery commission the attorney will likely have your property checked for safety and install no-trespassing signs, if not an actual fence and gate.

Trip and fall con artists will be all over your property. As will anyone you know who may think they can squeeze a settlement out of you for a variety or reasons.

ConservativeWarrior wrote: “I’ve read that if you ever win the lottery, you’re supposed to put the ticket in a safe deposit box, hire a lawyer, then listen to their advice.”

A bit of commonly given advice is to immediately sign the ticket since it is a bearer document.

About 20 years ago Rush talked a lot about lotteries. One caller claimed to have been a winner. Rush doesn’t often keep a caller online for long but he must have spent about 20 minutes with this caller. The caller explained that his lottery actually offered a two day class on what to do after winning the lottery.

The first rule was “Do not, under any circumstances, was go back home.”
- They said that by the time you get home, there will be a couple of hundred people on your front yard. Real estate agents, travel agents, car salesmen, people looking for a handout, etc.
-They warned him that if he went home to get anything, these people would follow him.
-They told the man to remember that there was nothing there he really needed. If there was a pet, call someone and have them take the pet to the kennel. If there were “priceless photographs” or such, make a list and hire someone to go get them.
-They said: “Your rich, you can buy new clothes, etc.”
-They told him that he needed to plan on moving and establishing a new life.
-They told him to hire a personal assistant to fend off people looking for a handout and handle his junk mail. (BTW, the guy said he got about a duffle bag of mail a week.

The guy also said that despite doing these things he still got calls that went something like this: 2AM, phone rings. Caller says I’m sure you don’t remember me but I was in your 7th grade class. My next door neighbor’s sister’s mailman’s daughter’s son was in a terrible car accident and he needs surgery immediately but the hospital won’t operate until we give them $5000. I know you’ll want to help...