I was just leaving the waiting area of the office when — oh, boy! — I stuck a hand in my coat pocket looking for a kleenex, and found a $5 bill! What a treat. I started to pack up my stuff: it took but a moment to decide that my surprise loot would take me around the corner for a warm honey-maple scone and a…

“I’m selling raffle tickets.”

What? Who said that? I looked around the empty room, and realized the only other person there was Juliet, the assistant, who I couldn’t see behind her partition.

“For what?” I sighed (inwardly), trudging over.

“My high school, down in Jamaica. We’re raising money for a library.”

She did that on purpose. She knew I would cave — it was a dirty trick.

“I’ll buy a ticket, Juliet,” I said. “How much?”

What else: $5.

So, no scone for me today, but I will be winning a 2012 Nissan Maxima or $18,555 in cash.

So, maple-honey scones all around on June 2, immediately following the drawing.

In one hand, out the other. Not such a bad thing.