Every day, I share my cigarettes with the security guards at my apartment. After a while, they get a bit awkward and begin to try and do things for me.
So, I tell them, "Pray for me." "Why?" they ask. "Because I do not," I tell them.
One of them prays to Ganesha - the Remover of Obstacles. Another, is a Christian. The Muslim guard, I told him to pray for money for me.
So far, I have yet to win the lottery.