HE QUIT HIS JOB USING A MEGAPHONE AND CURSED HIS BOSS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HE HIT THE LOTTO JACKPOT… BUT HIS LEGS TURNED TO JELLY WHEN HE WENT TO PCSO
AFTER 1 HOUR AT THE PCSO MAIN OFFICE
Gary stood at the counter, grinning from ear to ear. He handed his ticket to the teller.
“Good morning, Miss,” Gary said arrogantly. “Please give me my check now. 150 million pesos. Rush.”
The teller took the ticket and checked it on the computer.
She frowned.
“Sir? You lost. None of the numbers matched.”
Gary laughed.
“Miss, maybe your computer is broken. Look at this!”
Gary pulled out the grease-stained newspaper that once wrapped the smoked fish.
“There! It’s in the newspaper! 08-15-24-03-11-42! I won!”
The teller looked at the newspaper… then sniffed it.
“Sir… why does this smell like smoke? And also, Sir…”
She pointed to the date printed at the top of the paper.
“Sir, please look at the date.”
Gary looked.
DATE: DECEMBER 26, 2024
He blinked. Then he looked at the calendar on the wall.
TODAY IS: DECEMBER 26, 2025
“S-Sir…” the teller said, holding back laughter.
“That’s an old newspaper. That result came out one year ago. It was probably just used to wrap the smoked fish.”
Gary’s jaw dropped. His whole body went cold. His vision started spinning.
The 150 million pesos he thought he had…
was just news from the past.
“N-No… THIS CAN’T BE!!!” Gary screamed.
“I ALREADY QUIT MY JOB!!! I ALREADY CURSED MY BOSS!!!”
Gary fainted right there on the floor of the PCSO office.
AFTER 3 HOURS…
The door of the conference room at the office slowly opened.
Gary walked in—no sunglasses, no megaphone, head bowed.
Sir Tirso and all his coworkers stared at him.
“Oh?” Sir Tirso said sarcastically.
“So you’re still alive? I thought you were going to buy the company.”
Gary walked up to Sir Tirso, knees shaking.
“H-Hehe… Sir…” Gary forced a smile.
“It was a PRANK! Welcome to my vlog! Ha-ha-ha! Funny, right? Just a social experiment, Sir—to test your patience. You did great, Sir! Best boss ever!”
Sir Tirso raised an eyebrow.
“Oh really? A prank? Including when you said I look like a boiled egg?”
“That was a joke, Sir! You’re actually very handsome! Like Vin Diesel!”
“GUARD!” Sir Tirso shouted.
“Escort this ‘vlogger’ out! And make sure he never steps foot in this building again!”
The guard dragged Gary away.
“Sir! I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll even be a janitor! I’ll make coffee! PLEASE, SIR!!!”