The tale of the stolen prizes

Tonight we were invited to friends and family night at my mum's work.
20% discount, free mince oies, and a raffle.
Good times.

We approached the lady in charge of the raffle, told her our ticket numbers, and then basked in the glow of victory.
Mccombers won a coffee maker, and I won a hamper full of jams and chutneys.
Kind of.
I was clear and concise when I said Number 332.
She heard 322, and gave me the prize. Admittedly I didn't correct her.

We then spent the rest of our time in store avoiding the raffle table.