I heard someone say that if they won the lottery they would immediately call every friend and family member they could think of and ask to borrow $10,000. Then wait a few days to see what everyone says before announcing the win.
And don't forget the psychics who will come out of the woodwork claiming you "stole" THEIR numbers that they would have played, had they bought a ticket.
And get ready for every sob story letter that shows up in your mailbox, and how evil and greedy you are for not financing their UFO research.
Management had a weekly status / round table with our Director every Thursday. It was more B.S.'ing than anything else, unless we were jammed up with deadlines. If I hit the Lottery, I would keep it to myself completely, but drive over to Florida every weekend and do the following: (1) Buy a cheap house to establish residency (2) Sell or give away my vehicles and buy new ones there (and, of course paying Florida taxes on them) and never driving them out of the state, get Florida tags and Drivers License (3) Give my home away here LEGALLY with the stipulation to new owner that I could live in it for nothing for a few months, with no lease, payment, paperwork or anything like that (4) buy NOTHING here...everything bought in Florida (including groceries) (5) find an old drunk who had a car with local tags and give him a couple of hundred dollars a week to use it. Again, nothing in writing. (6) etc (7) etc. The whole point of the plan would be to make it appear that I was a Florida resident and completely divorcing myself from this state. No paper trail !!!! Plus, all the time going to work every day with a secret.
THEN, the big day about 5 months later: Go to the aforementioned weekly meeting and somehow get into an argument /shouting match with my Director. I get very loud and call him a couple of names......then jump up out of my chair, kicking it over, saying "I'm tired of this $hit and throw my I.D. Badge across the table at him and tell to stick it up his a$$. Then, as I storm out the door, I shout over my shoulder, you can all get eff'ed. Then, leave and never look back, heading straight to Florida and get my tax-free big bucks. Never come back to this state or ever make contact with a single sole locally, even my best friends.
Imagine how the stories would grow from that day forward and keep growing as time went by. "WOW...you should have seen (jmax) tell Warren where to stuff it and to get eff'ed. I went by his house today and a neighbor said he had no idea where he went. House is empty, no cars in driveway or anything. He just dissappeared..... checked with the police and they knew nothing....same with the County Court House. Nothing..... I tell you, he just fell off the earth or something". And, how the Warren story would build over the years...."He shot Warren and ran, never to be seen again. Even shot 3 Security Guards on the way out", never picked up his final paycheck, left his lunch in his office, etc. etc. etc.
Ah...but life is good here in Florida. Fishing is fabulous. White sandy beaches, drinking those colored drinks with the little umbrella's sticking out. Corvette all polished up...... thinking about running up to Georgia tomorrow to visit a couple of cousins. As I said: LIFE IS GOOD.