Every so often, I'll tell someone from out of state that I live in California, and they'll ask me if I'm concerned about the "Big One" that seismologists predict will hit sometime in the next few decades. I'm not. Because while it's pretty rare that a Category 5 like Katrina hits the United States-- the last was Andrew, in 1992-- there are parts of the country which have "hurricane season". Every. Damn. Year.
Given the choice between a regularly scheduled pummeling and the California lottery, I'll take the QuickPick any day of the week (and twice on Wednesdays and Saturdays).
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