Not quite the conflagration we were bankin' on

The post title is a line from a hysterical bit by the British comedy group Beyond the Fringe, but it applies equally to the moment after the lottery machine across the street said: Congratulations! You're a winner!, when (after a heart-stopping lag) it said (and, if a computer can smirk, it surely did): $7.
Durn. Drat. And other benign words of fucking regret...