I’m not a gambler by any means. I’ve never so much as pulled the lever on a slot machine, or bet nickels in a poker game. I think gambling is stupid. But I do enjoy randomness in my life. One example of this is the mail.
I love bringing the mail in every day. There’s something about it that is very exciting to me. After all, you never know what is going to be in the box. Will I get a letter from a long-lost friend? Was I expecting a check I forgot about? Probably not. In fact, the mail seems to bear bad news far more often than good news. I imagine that’s not a good trait in a gambler, because I probably wouldn’t “know when to fold ‘em.” But the fact remains that I eagerly anticipate the mail every day.