In 7-11 yesterday to get my usual infusion of vaguely coffeelike substance (french vanilla cappucino mixed with York peppermint latte is good...yum), I witnessed firsthand the scratch ticket addicts.
One lady had a fistful of Ruby Red tickets and seemed to be arguing with one of the clerks about not being able to buy more.
Another guy was scratching his tickets veeerrryyy sllooowwwlllyyy and blocking the counter while doing so, pausing after every few scratches to stare intently at the ticket as if he was receiving the secrets of the universe via alien transmissions (maybe he was...who knows in this town).
Today, in addition to some more lottery oddballs (none of whom were doing anything too disruptive this time) I noticed a woman who was demanding that the poor cashier describe each and every donut to her, then it took almost 5 minutes for her to decide she didn't want any of them, and dragging the poor guy over to the ice cream case and going through the same charade.
I was half-expecting her to come waltzing over to the coffee counter next. I was thinking that my bookstore stalker had in fact bred, or this woman was in some other way related to her
One lady had a fistful of Ruby Red tickets and seemed to be arguing with one of the clerks about not being able to buy more.
Another guy was scratching his tickets veeerrryyy sllooowwwlllyyy and blocking the counter while doing so, pausing after every few scratches to stare intently at the ticket as if he was receiving the secrets of the universe via alien transmissions (maybe he was...who knows in this town).
Today, in addition to some more lottery oddballs (none of whom were doing anything too disruptive this time) I noticed a woman who was demanding that the poor cashier describe each and every donut to her, then it took almost 5 minutes for her to decide she didn't want any of them, and dragging the poor guy over to the ice cream case and going through the same charade.
I was half-expecting her to come waltzing over to the coffee counter next. I was thinking that my bookstore stalker had in fact bred, or this woman was in some other way related to her
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