The results were in: I won. I won first place in the contest. What contest? The contest to setermine who would recieve the grand prize of 1 milllion dollars. Shocked, flaberghasted! Amazed! crying! I couldn't belive it! I said to to Milred, the clerk at the counter, "Wait. Are you serious? I won? Are you sure? Could you check my ticket again, just to make sure?" Milred, a 65 year old grandmother who could barely see over the counter, said, "Mister. I've looked at it three times already. You must belive it. You have won. You are a wealthy man now. What will you do with your winnings?" I said, "Mildred, well, I don't know. There are a lot of people out there who could use some help, I mean, poor people, churches, schools, you know. But...I...well...I just don't know." Milred smiled and saiod, "It's a good problem to have, isn't it?" I nodded, and walked out of the convienicne store. Back in my hoop d, I said to myself, "Man, what do I do? I want to give back to those less fortunate, but I also have my own problems." I decided that I had no idea what to do woth this money. But I did know one thing: I was hungry. I knew exactly where I wanted to go: Papadeux.