I have never won a thing in my life. In fact until a week ago I had never won a single game of Monoploy before. A few months ago BP, a petrol peddler (one of the nicer salary sucking giants), had a competition to win a Golf GTI.Some background info is necessary. I drive a 1300 2005 Toyota Tazz, for those who don’t understand what that translates to, it means cheap and slow, but hey she’s my babe, and she’s got a great sound system. I have designs that I’m a pretty good driver, and I get pretty pissed off when I get cut off by those expensive car-driving arseholes and I can’t follow them and run them off the road because I just don’t have the fire power under the bonnet. Whew, glad I got that off my chest.
So anyway the opportunity to win a pretty fast car intrigued me and I only ever fill up at BP, I felt they owed me one. So I entered the competition, a few hundred times, I forget the actual number, but it was somewhere in the region of 450 handwritten entry forms. Ordinarily I would not have filled in so many, but the first time I pulled into the station and asked for one the attendant gave me about 70, so I figured this must be a sign. With all the vigor of a 5 year old on Christmas morning I filled in my first set of entry forms (this all happened during my unemployed days, so plenty of time while I ploughed through the Smallville series). On every form I would keep thinking this is the one, or I hope they pick this one because my handwriting is really neat on this one. All the while dreaming off how I would avenge all those slow car drivers who had been cut off, like a super hero, GTI Girl, they would call me. At the same time I was fending of carpal tunnel syndrome. I even had a distribution technique; I dropped off entries at every BP station in my area. If I happened to be in another area I would stop by drop some off and pick up a fresh load. If the entry forms were left out I would take a whole bunch, and would laugh with my inside voice and say SUCKERS!!
The hope!
So anyway the opportunity to win a pretty fast car intrigued me and I only ever fill up at BP, I felt they owed me one. So I entered the competition, a few hundred times, I forget the actual number, but it was somewhere in the region of 450 handwritten entry forms. Ordinarily I would not have filled in so many, but the first time I pulled into the station and asked for one the attendant gave me about 70, so I figured this must be a sign. With all the vigor of a 5 year old on Christmas morning I filled in my first set of entry forms (this all happened during my unemployed days, so plenty of time while I ploughed through the Smallville series). On every form I would keep thinking this is the one, or I hope they pick this one because my handwriting is really neat on this one. All the while dreaming off how I would avenge all those slow car drivers who had been cut off, like a super hero, GTI Girl, they would call me. At the same time I was fending of carpal tunnel syndrome. I even had a distribution technique; I dropped off entries at every BP station in my area. If I happened to be in another area I would stop by drop some off and pick up a fresh load. If the entry forms were left out I would take a whole bunch, and would laugh with my inside voice and say SUCKERS!!
The hope!The winner of this competition was to be announced last weekend. I didn’t get call…I can’t tell you how disappointed I am, 450 entries damn it. The least they could of done was give me a call or give me something a windscreen wiper! Anything! The thing that would piss me of even more would be if the winner eventually says that they only entered a few times. To be honest I would never admit it to BP the number of times I had entered. So my super hero dreams have been dashed, and to rub salt in the wound this idiot in a Ford Fiesta ST cut me off yesterday (almost sent me of the road without indicating) and then drove off into the distance. GRRRRR.
Things are looking up though I have won something from the Big Green. A lanyard (that I found out to my disappointment is a keyholder chain, see picture below) and this sad CD holder (it's the green man, and is only for the CD's who's cover you've lost).
