Finishing my meal I asked the waitress what was going on.
"Once a month old man Raymous Calhound gives a way a new car. Go put your name in, you might win."
I loved my old truck, it was dependable and could haul lots of things, but I walked over anyway.
"I won't win but this looks like fun," I said to myself.
"Here's the forms, fill out your name and phone number," a young man call out.
I picked up one and filled the required information. Folding it in half I deposited it into the yellow barrel with other forms that preceded mine. I had to get back to work, so I left the commotion of those gathered around me.