Two pineapples. Three pineapples.
Joseph’s tongue slipped out and rubbed his upper lip in anticipation. After twenty years teaching, he was one pineapple away from winning a hundred grand and retiring.
As a math teacher, he found it especially rewarding given the mathematical odds of his winning anything like that on any lottery ticket.
He paused, his coin hovering just above the final space. What if he lost? He’d be back to homeroom the following morning with a bunch of ungrateful kids.
Swallowing, he scratched off the remaining square.
Cheering, he shouted, “I quit!” to the study hall.