Gerry Finds the Ticket!

The fourth and final ticket was in fact not technically found by Gerry. It was found by Greg. How close our story came to revolving around Greg and his misadventures in the Gin Factory, how boring it would have been! For you see, Greg was a Mormon and he found the ticket when he took a bottle of gin from an old bum while on his mission. Upon discovering the ticket, Greg realized both that he could in no way attend such a sinful place and could also with no safe conscience give it to someone else. So he balled up it and threw it into the snow, continuing on his way while oblivious to the wheels he had set in motion. For Gerry was working harder than ever in people’s yards, from sun up until sundown. The explanation for his sudden capacity to get up early was that the alcohol was no longer working. The reason he needed more money and thus work more was that the alcohol was no longer working. He had to buy more and more of Ole Grandpa’s fine whiskey and gin just to keep a buzz up. Yet all the while his liver merrily chugged on as if the debilitating fluids were mere water. Even the most seasoned and ball-busting of police officers in his little mountain town wouldn’t arrest him for public intoxication anymore. Shoveling away at yet another driveway while musing over what possible concoction he could create that would get him inebriated, Gerry happened upon the ticket! Pulling the soggy article out of the snow he gave it a brief shake and was about to chuck it into the road when he paused to read what it said. “Free tour of Ole Grandpa’s Liquor Factory!” he read aloud. Gerry shrugged and threw the ticket in the road. It was not until he had finished up and was walking out the driveway that he noticed it again and this time the back of the ticket as well. The prize, a lifetime’s supply of booze to one lucky touree, caused Gerry’s heart to drop in his chest. Here was his very salvation, his very cure for all his woes! All the booze he could ever drink!