My brother witnessed me scratch my first ticket. Though the mechanism of scratching is hardly difficult, I managed to mess up one part of the code by uncovering the prizes for all of my numbers. When my brother looked over and saw “1 MIL”… well, let’s just say we were both a bit disappointed. That ticket was my first contribution to Massachusetts’s secret underground revenue stream where there are no checks and balances, just tickets. Everyone wonders where their tax dollars go and, when we take home just 2/3 of the amount we’re told we make, why our cars still get swallowed by pot holes into the summer. That being said, public schools are worth every penny I pay in taxes. But taxes aside, what happens to lottery money? Is there any system in place to assure that the odds printed on the backs of tickets are accurate?

For my friend’s 30th birthday, I bought her 30 $1 scratch tickets with the idea she’d win something. Anything. The thought barely crossed my mind that all 30 of those tickets would end up in Monday’s recycling pile. So what did she win? Nothing. Clearly printed on the front of each of these 30 tickets was the probability that “one in three is a winner”. Based on this ratio, she should have won 10 times on 30 tickets. OK, so maybe probability doesn’t always mirror real life, but can a girl get a win? When I posed this question to the math blogger Josh Rappaport of mathchat, he gave the following response:

Hi ZS, assuming that whether or not one wins or loses on one scratch ticket (what is that, anyhow?) is independent from winning or losing on any other scratch ticket, you treat each event as an independent event. Laws of probability tell us to multiply the various probabilities of independent events. **Satta** It appears that the probability of [losing] on any particular scratch ticket must be 2/3. So then the probability of [losing] on 30 scratch tickets in a row (if that is what your problem is asking) must be (2/3)^30 = approximately 5.2 x 10^-6, which is about.0000052, or 52 out of 10 million, which boils down to 1 chance out of 192,307.

The chance of my friend losing on all 30 tickets, like she did, was 1 in 192,307. If 192,307 people all got 30 scratch tickets each, just one – my friend – would lose on all 30. Something seems a bit off in the Massachusetts State lottery.

My thoughts here are that scratching a ticket is not truly an independent event, though there are so many tickets printed that it might as well be. If we were to work this as a dependent probability problem, we’d have to know how many tickets are printed. So how many are actually printed? It strikes me as suspicious that the only people who know this figure are the very same people who are in charge of dolling out – or, more accurately, not doling out – the prize money.

A lot of people spend more on scratchies than they do on food. I am not one of them. The price I spend on food every couple weeks is comfortably higher than the cost of all the scratch tickets I have ever bought. Still, I sometimes like to test my luck. At the time of my first ticket, I was living in Southie. For anyone who knows the area, my apartment was, not unlike many apartments in this area east of downtown, sandwiched between a convenience store and a liquor store, both of which sold scratchies. Spent tickets littered the streets. Spent people littered the streets. It truly was an avenue of broken dreams. Still, I’d win sometimes. The $100 I once won somehow felt much more than 1/8 of my rent at the time and I vowed to keep the five crisp $20 bills in a secret place in my apartment. They were all gone next grocery day.

Buying a scratch ticket now and again is OK for a person who has a steady job, is paid decent money and has been educated on the dangers of gambling by parents who do not gamble. Scratch tickets comprised a small sliver of my budgeted entertainment money and everyone needs a good adrenaline rush now and again. But what about my neighbors in Southie, waiting for the bus frantically scratching tickets? Who is going to stop them from falling into this trap?

Moreover, what if the game changes? Of course there is no real way of verifying my claim, but scratch tickets aren’t paying out like they did five years ago. Whereas I would win every once in a while, I have not won on a ticket in enough time to make me feel something is wrong. My rational mind does not conclude that I am unlucky, it tells me there’s something fishy in Denmark. More specifically, there’s something rank in the Massachusetts State lottery; they changed the rules mid-game and are back ally robbing the Massachusetts working class.