I don’t really even want to go to Brazil

And yet, I keep entering, even though I’ve never won one of their shiny red cars.

For this month, at Tienda Inglesa checkout you get a separate receipt, which you scan near the front door, at a machine that spews out coupons to fill out. I got tired of handwriting them in past drawings, so had a rubber stamp made, stamp them at home, and forget to take them the next time.

They’re giving out one trip per day, on a charter jet to Brazil to watch Uruguay play England.

Unlike certain friends, who have gone twice to Brazil and returned very disappointed, I have never been too interested in going to Brazil.

But if the lack of a shiny red car in my driveway is any indication, it’s not going to be a choice I have to make any time soon.