A man is out in his garden one sunny afternoon when his neighbor, known for his eccentric pursuits, appears over the fence, struggling with a large, oddly shaped wooden contraption.
“Hey there!” calls the man. “What’s that enormous thing you’re building now?”
The neighbor beams, wiping sweat from his brow. “Oh, this? This is my new time machine!”
The man chuckles. “A time machine, really? Where are you planning to go, the Jurassic period?”
“Even better!” the neighbor exclaims. “I’m going to travel exactly one week into the future!”
The man raises an eyebrow. “One week? Why just one week? Why not a hundred years or a thousand?”
The neighbor leans in conspiratorially, his eyes wide. “Because,” he whispers, “that’s when the winning lottery numbers for this week are announced!”