Brain Flurries

Even the losers get lucky sometimes

May 13, 2014 

A few weeks ago I asked my husband this innocent question, “If you were going to conjure up a new potato chip flavor, what would it be?”

He grinned, chuckled and then inquired, “Why? What contest is that?”

Hmmmm… he knows me too well. I must admit. It was a contest, the “Lay’s Do Us A Flavor” contest to be exact. Yes, I’m a contest enterer.

But I don’t search out these contests, they appear in plain sight, on TV, in the Sunday paper and on my Facebook feed. If I’m not careful, I could spend an infinite amount of time on these contests. I probably spend too much time already, time that should be spent doing more pressing things, like writing this column.

It’s not that I’m a competitive -erson. It’s the excitement of a possible win. I mean, who wouldn’t want to say, “I named the StarKist mermaid” or “ Watch for my Lay’s potato chip flavor in stores soon” or “Oh my gosh! I finally won the HGTV Dream Home.”

I’m thrilled about my most recent entry, the “Little Debbie Swiss Rolls 50th Anniversary Giveaway.” I could win a trip to Switzerland. Who could resist that? I may not have the perfect clothes for a Switzerland trip, but I’m sure I could pull some things together in a Swiss-cuckoo-clock-minute.

You’ve got to admit, it would be pretty awesome receiving a call from an actual person saying, “Congratulations! You’ve won the trip to Switzerland.” That would justify my contest entering habit.

Oh and just so you know, I don’t enter every contest. I draw the line when it comes to hot dog and pie eating contests. But I do enter the Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstakes every time it arrives in my mailbox. That’s usually the same day my mom calls and says it arrived in her mailbox. Don’t laugh. I’ve gotten pretty efficient at finding those secret stamps and returning my entry in a timely manner.

Someday, I think I might actually win. I’ve been notified more than once that someone in my area with the initials, K.T. is a guaranteed winner. I know someone wins. I’ve seen pictures of official looking PCH people standing at someone’s front door with balloons and a giant check. See, it’s possible, but only if you enter.

Karen Tomas is a resident of Fort Mill. Email her at brainflurries@aol.com.

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