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I have this one lottery customer who is mildly annoying because he will bring in a big stack of tickets to check when he comes to get his lottery fix. He buys a lot of lottery numbers at a time. He always has several play slips, and always wants them run several times each. You get the idea.
The part that really annoyed me was that he always used to just walk off and leave his losing tickets on the counter for me to throw away. I broke him of that, though, because I started stacking them in the middle of his play slips and newly purchased tickets. So, he had to sort the stack to separate them, and that took time.
So, I waited on him yesterday. He went through his usual routine, and left. Another customer came in, and made a casual comment to me about the man outside really getting into his lottery. So, I walked over to the window to look.
Lottery man was standing on the driver's side of his car sorting his stack. He had the tickets and play slips sprawled out on the hood of his car like cards on a table. Business was slow at the moment since it was Labor Day yesterday. So, I was just watching lottery man. I burst out laughing before I realized it. One of our regular retirees was drinking coffee and watching the world go by outside the window, too.
Me: "All I can think is that it would be a shame if a sudden gust of wind were to blow. Couldn't you just see him scrambling to chase all that paper?"
Both customers and the manager busted out laughing, and I just stood there still lost in the moment. Maybe you had to be there, but it was funny. Does that really make me evil?
The part that really annoyed me was that he always used to just walk off and leave his losing tickets on the counter for me to throw away. I broke him of that, though, because I started stacking them in the middle of his play slips and newly purchased tickets. So, he had to sort the stack to separate them, and that took time.
So, I waited on him yesterday. He went through his usual routine, and left. Another customer came in, and made a casual comment to me about the man outside really getting into his lottery. So, I walked over to the window to look.
Lottery man was standing on the driver's side of his car sorting his stack. He had the tickets and play slips sprawled out on the hood of his car like cards on a table. Business was slow at the moment since it was Labor Day yesterday. So, I was just watching lottery man. I burst out laughing before I realized it. One of our regular retirees was drinking coffee and watching the world go by outside the window, too.
Me: "All I can think is that it would be a shame if a sudden gust of wind were to blow. Couldn't you just see him scrambling to chase all that paper?"
Both customers and the manager busted out laughing, and I just stood there still lost in the moment. Maybe you had to be there, but it was funny. Does that really make me evil?
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