“I’ve got a golden ticket! I’ve got a golden twinkle in my eye!”

‘What a classic!’

This was a happy moment for Billy Borgat! The cherub office manager’s week was over and he whistled along to his childhood song while he adjusted his signature bowtie in the bathroom mirror.

It couldn’t be done!

He grinned.

But it can be done!

Neighbors who happened by their windows at that moment would have caught a skip in his step as Billy bounded down the street.

It’s ours, Charlie!

At the second stoplight, busy for this part of town, he was the only one without a phone in his hand. Who needs GPS for this trip? His body knew it from memory; three stoplights, two stop signs, a pedestrian crossing and a parking lot.

17 minutes later, Billy arrived.

I’ve got a golden twinkle in my eye!

Gawkers in passing cars would wander why this man was so happy when those waiting in front of him at the plain white food truck seemed so dour. He just grinned with glee below it’s short menu:

DOUGH: Chocolate Crunch Cataclysm, Strawberry Cheesecake Suffocation, Blackberry Burst, Red Lipstick Tornado

For regular people who haven’t tasted these…you can’t understand.

I’ve got a golden sun up in the sky!

Now it was Billy’s turn. His two hands slapped the counter and with focused eye contact he extolled his selection:

“Lipstick Tornado, three…charred.”

The left eye uptick of the tall man in the truck told him his choice was inspired and he willingly exchanged his wad of money for the nondescript brown bag.

I’ve got a golden ticket!

He clutched it with love and said aloud, “I can make it back in sixteen.”

And he did!

Closing the shades and locking the door, he’d given his neighbors enough happiness today, it was to his recliner with the perfect plate and his brown bagged beauty.

I’ve got a golden chance to make my way!

He took them each out, arranged them, once, a second time then a third, a three card-monty to find just the right order for maximum effect.

A gluttonous inhale and the white powdery cakiness smeared across his nose, lips, cheek, teeth and tongue.

His eyes rolled over and he sank back into the fullness of his chair. This would be Billy’s weekend…

…And with a golden ticket it’s a golden day!