Officer Brian Hatfield of Brunswick, Georgia, tells a sad story with a comical twist. He stopped a disheveled man behind the wheel of a fairly nice van that had sustained quite a bit of body damage. The driver had been weaving and was obviously a bit inebriated.
When Hatfield ran a check on the individual, he found several traffic warrants outstanding. So he brought the guy in for booking. The criminal didn’t even have a dime for his phone call, much less the hundred dollars for bail. He called an attorney collect and then told Hatfield his sad tale.
“I won the Ohio lottery in April. Three million dollars.”
“You won the lottery five months ago and you don’t have a dime for a phone call?” Hatfield asked.
“I got the first installment, which was ninety-four thousand dollars. I went to Atlantic City and lost thirty thousand. Then I bought the van for thirty thousand, but I got drunk on some really good French wine and rolled the van.”
According to Hatfield’s calculations, the man had frittered away most of his first installment, but not all. “What did you do with the rest of the money?”
“Oh,” he said, “I spent the other twenty-four thousand foolishly.”