With a million dollars, I might not retire but I’d quit my job and take a nice, long holiday.
I would write a book about all the time I spend writing responses to writing prompts. I could self-publish it even.
I would dig a hole in my backyard and bury some of the money. Just because I could.
I would go to a Toronto Maple Leafs game because I could afford the tickets, even from a scalper.
I would buy seasons tickets for the Blue Jays next year and not go any games. This would just show off my frivolous side.
I would spend more time at the horse races. I would still bet $2 at a time, but I would bet alot of times.
I would update my wardrobe, but not upgrade it. Hey, I don’t dress that badly now.
I would buy a 3-D TV just so it could sit and collect dust.
I would buy a new car, maybe a German built one and watch it in my driveway. I would yell at the neighbours when they got close to it – “get away from my car you filthy neighbour, you might get it dirty.”
I would buy a new house. I would have to move because I just pissed off all my neighbours who are jealous about my new car.
I would try to make new friends because my present friends are my neighbours, pissed off because they are jealous about my new car.
I would get a second gym membership and not use that one either. Well, I do use the first one, but maybe I should stop staring and actually workout. I digress.
I would drink more because I would have all this stress from having a million dollars.
I would wish that I had been born 25 years earlier, when a million dollars was actually a lot of money.
Hey, wasn’t there a song about this?