Lotto Tickets: My Last Post of the Evening
June 15th, 2006 | by Molly's Brother |This is my last post of the day. I’m tired and I need to go to bed, but I wanted to share this experience with everyone. It happened yesterday. I am not making it up.
I’m standing in line at my local corner store getting a couple bottles of wine for dinner (Yellow Tail Merlot, if you must know). Now, in all the years I have lived in this apartment (3), I have never seen a line of more than two people at this liquor store. I grab my two bottles of wine (I always like having an extra bottle around the house in case a friend drops by) and I turn the corner to see a line of–I kid you not–ten people standing in line.
But that’s not the point of this story. The guy two or three places in front of me is doing that pee-pee dance that five year olds do. You know, where they’re looking around, hopping on one foot and the hopping on the other. As if the shifty glances and bopping will make the line move any more quickly.
I immediately get a little tense. This guy looks odd. His behavior is odd. Everything about him is odd. And then I figure out why.
He holds his Lotto tickets high above his head. Well, the cashier who is one of the friendliest men I have ever met, allows this antsy-lottery ticket buying guy behind the counter to run his picks for the California Lotto.
These are the words that have echoed through my mind ever since last night’s encounter: That’ll be $55. FIFTY FIVE DOLLARS? FOR LOTTO TICKETS. (A co-worker said this morning, “Well, maybe he was in an office pool.” Uh. No. I don’t think this guy works in an office.)
He was nervous because he was afraid he wasn’t going to get his $55 worth of picks in before the deadline. But–thankfully–he did!
Curiosity got the best of me this morning. I logged onto www.calottery.com only to find out that he didn’t win (No, really. He didn’t.)
As he was leaving with his tickets in hand, I wanted to yell at him “Go to mollysbrother.blogspot.com! Open an ING Account online! Do something with that money!”
But I didn’t.
