One Man's Trash Is Another Man's $7
I can't find my winning lottery ticket. And when I say "winning" I mean it in the loosest sense, as in, it won me some money. "Winning" doesn't always denote a hundred million dollars in my world -- in fact, it never denotes that. In this case, it means the ticket won me seven dollars.
The ticket has more than likely fallen victim to a little game we like to play in our house called "I Don't Know What This Is But I'm Throwing It Away." How the game goes is, someone shouts "I don't know what this is, but I'm throwing it away!", and then the other person has two minutes to decipher what it is, and whether or not it deserves to be thrown away. Then a decision is made in the throw-away process, and the game can begin again anew on some other thing.
The problem in this case is that I frequently play this game alone.
The Throw Away Game has spawned several other variations, including the "Hey Did You Throw My Thing Away?" game, and "I Know You Like This Tupperware But There Is No Way To Save It" game.
Anyhow. I'm out $7. Phooey.