Well I may be stuck at home instead of at my folk's place due to freezing rain. So to ease my frustration, Here's a list of common lottery superstitions!
The Lock-On Chooser!
Oh noes! You looked at a ticket! It must be lucky! What? It costs 5 dollars? No problem? Can you buy it? Sure. Oh hey, You looked at me! What?
The Stuck Ticket Scumpy!
Prepare to exercise those bin-ceps and other shopping muscles! These tickets are jammed in so tight in the drawer slots that they don't want to come out! That's right, folks! We glue the winners down so people don't take them!
Not. I can't believe people think that.
The double superstition!
SC: Can I have a bingo ticket?
Me: Sure. *Pulls out drawer*
SC: I want you to pick it, but you can't have it touch the counter.
Me: Um, what?
SC: It won't be lucky if it touches wood.
Me: *Looks at plastic and metal counter* Um, Ok.
The Double Picker!
Greetings, Gene pool bellyflop. A ticket? One ticket? Just one ticket? Ok. Pick it yourself.
Oh, hey! You picked two by accident! Here, let me put it bac- What? You want to get two? You picked it, therefore it has to be lucky? Oooooookay... Is that why you have four kids?
The single spammer!
Hello, spawn of satan. A ticket? Sure. Here you go. Have a good day!
Wait, you want one more? Ok. Here. Thanks! Have a goo- one more? Um, Ok, he- Oh, one more? Look, how many do you want? Three? Can I ring these up together? There's a bit of a line forming. Sorry, The rules of probability don't care if you think single pokers are lucky.
All done? No more, right? Right? Phew. O- Now you want some for your sister? Tell me, what does this nondescript cloth smell like? Chloroform? Good.
Co-worker, Get the axe.
Lucky!
Hello. What can I get you? A ticket? Sure.
Hold on, Ma-am. I can't have your kid pick it. No, it's against the law. I don't care that he's an honor student and won a cake in musical chairs two years ago, I can't have a minor buy lottery. No, he can't. Nope. Nada. Don't care if it's for you. Your kid can sit pretty in his high-chair while you pick the ticket yourself.
The Kisser!
What? You want me to kiss the ticket for luck? Sorry, but I don't swing that way,
The middle finger!
(Possibly the oddest one I've seen)
I have never ever considered the middle finger lucky for two reasons:
1: Showing it off usually leads to a flattening of face by percussive application of fist.
2: Ok, make that one reason.
Ever have a customer want you to pick tickets using your middle finger instead of your index? I have.
The custom picker!
A ticket? Sure. Custom numbers? Sure. Here's the sheet.
What? You want to know my shoe size? Why? And my height? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you knowing these. You think if you choose numbers related to you and me that you'll win? Did you ride in on rainbow vomiting unicorn from happy fun land? If so, direct me to the nearest candy portal and I'll have my flamethrower ready.
The Just asking!
How many people do you think out of all the lottery buyers realize that there isn't a magic button behind the counter to make them win?
Even if they are saying it sarcastically I hear it at least twice a work day. Seriously. If I could print the winning ticket whenever I wanted, I wouldn't be working.
And finally, the Returner!
Not so much of a superstition as a singular event of stupidity to encompass, entrap and overwhelm all stupidity.
A man wanted to return his lottery ticket because he didn't win.
How about that.
The Lock-On Chooser!
Oh noes! You looked at a ticket! It must be lucky! What? It costs 5 dollars? No problem? Can you buy it? Sure. Oh hey, You looked at me! What?
The Stuck Ticket Scumpy!
Prepare to exercise those bin-ceps and other shopping muscles! These tickets are jammed in so tight in the drawer slots that they don't want to come out! That's right, folks! We glue the winners down so people don't take them!
Not. I can't believe people think that.
The double superstition!
SC: Can I have a bingo ticket?
Me: Sure. *Pulls out drawer*
SC: I want you to pick it, but you can't have it touch the counter.
Me: Um, what?
SC: It won't be lucky if it touches wood.
Me: *Looks at plastic and metal counter* Um, Ok.
The Double Picker!
Greetings, Gene pool bellyflop. A ticket? One ticket? Just one ticket? Ok. Pick it yourself.
Oh, hey! You picked two by accident! Here, let me put it bac- What? You want to get two? You picked it, therefore it has to be lucky? Oooooookay... Is that why you have four kids?
The single spammer!
Hello, spawn of satan. A ticket? Sure. Here you go. Have a good day!
Wait, you want one more? Ok. Here. Thanks! Have a goo- one more? Um, Ok, he- Oh, one more? Look, how many do you want? Three? Can I ring these up together? There's a bit of a line forming. Sorry, The rules of probability don't care if you think single pokers are lucky.
All done? No more, right? Right? Phew. O- Now you want some for your sister? Tell me, what does this nondescript cloth smell like? Chloroform? Good.
Co-worker, Get the axe.
Lucky!
Hello. What can I get you? A ticket? Sure.
Hold on, Ma-am. I can't have your kid pick it. No, it's against the law. I don't care that he's an honor student and won a cake in musical chairs two years ago, I can't have a minor buy lottery. No, he can't. Nope. Nada. Don't care if it's for you. Your kid can sit pretty in his high-chair while you pick the ticket yourself.
The Kisser!
What? You want me to kiss the ticket for luck? Sorry, but I don't swing that way,
The middle finger!
(Possibly the oddest one I've seen)
I have never ever considered the middle finger lucky for two reasons:
1: Showing it off usually leads to a flattening of face by percussive application of fist.
2: Ok, make that one reason.
Ever have a customer want you to pick tickets using your middle finger instead of your index? I have.
The custom picker!
A ticket? Sure. Custom numbers? Sure. Here's the sheet.
What? You want to know my shoe size? Why? And my height? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you knowing these. You think if you choose numbers related to you and me that you'll win? Did you ride in on rainbow vomiting unicorn from happy fun land? If so, direct me to the nearest candy portal and I'll have my flamethrower ready.
The Just asking!
How many people do you think out of all the lottery buyers realize that there isn't a magic button behind the counter to make them win?
Even if they are saying it sarcastically I hear it at least twice a work day. Seriously. If I could print the winning ticket whenever I wanted, I wouldn't be working.
And finally, the Returner!
Not so much of a superstition as a singular event of stupidity to encompass, entrap and overwhelm all stupidity.
A man wanted to return his lottery ticket because he didn't win.
How about that.
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