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Sandra Ann Miller's avatar

Just about every week, I wander over to my corner liquor store, owned by the lovely Valerie and her husband Sunny, and I no longer have to say, "Super, Power, Mega and Fantasy 5," they just ask how I am, I answer and ask the same, and we chat as I hand over my $6, unless I'm getting a lovely red or rose (rosay...can't make the accent on a PC; Macs rule). In that case, I still hand them the six in cash and put the rest on the card (potato chips are sometimes involved; their wine and chip selection is on point). Valerie always looks me in the eye and says, "Good luck," because I win, she wins. We are both waiting for that. I try to remember my losses help schools. Right? xo

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Mark Dolan's avatar

This was VERY funny. The gasoline MiniMart is a great creation. The store is loaded with stuff NOT to buy. We reserve the lottery ticket as the most unworthy as we cannot buy one with a credit card. Hilarious. You can buy hot dogs slow-cooked on roller contraptions -- scaled down airport luggage slides. You can buy 2-3 day shelf-life breakfast sandwiches. You set up the whole story perfectly. My favorite part is the loathing if you win $2

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