This was hilarious! And very relatable (except I like Funyuns). I feel the same embarrassment that I’m trying to win the lottery when everyone knows someone else, somewhere else is going to win it. I feel everyone (cashier, other customers) can tell how badly I did in Statistics and Probability!
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
Right, half the winnings goes to taxes— and hopefully that includes schools. Love that you have a local store that sells lottery tickets and health conscious chips. And that Valerie knows your favorite games. ❤️
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
Thx! That’s right! No cc. It’s all cash. Imagine the paperwork for the 7 Eleven owners. Scaled down airport luggage slides. Haha. Those sandwiches are scary. If one wants to know what rubber tastes like…
As I am firmly middle-aged food and I have a different relationship nowadays. I write about it frequently. It is amazing what we rationalize we CAN eat without consequence :) I like the idea there is some small, non-descript machine shop somewhere in the US that is making those hot dog machines. I don't like it well enough to eat one though. Everything about the modern fuel station screams 21st century America!
I don’t buy lottery tickets so I’ve never thought of the embarrassment aspect. I don’t think I’m organized enough to know where I put it and check the numbers to see if I won! Pretty sure the few I have bought are simply gathering dust in unclaimed lottery ticket heaven.
I don’t think anything of a person grabbing a ticket or two but I do confess to being a tad judgey when I get behind those folks who are fully loaded with a literal plastic folder of tickets, like a hundred of them! They are seriously organized, they have a system. It’s like a full time job!
You are not unworthy! But it’s amazing how we feel we are. Anyone who goes to the effort to buy a ticket deserves to win. Imagine the good you could do if you won, the help you could provide or the dream business you could start.
So next time be proud!! But stay far away from the Funions! They are probably flammable!!
Haha. Flammable Funyuns. Your lost tickets are in lottery heaven with all those single socks that have gone missing. Hehehe. I have yet to see the organized full time lottery gambler. I have a cousin whose mom won 500k twice on quik picks. Her secret was she used the same numbers over and over. That is the point for winners— give most of it away.
I have IBS now, so it sort of gets on the way of my eating the "good" stuff I could heedlessly gobble up in my youth. Too much fatty food (and it doesn't take much!) gives me a monster of a belly ache. I miss out on a lot of goodies, but I think of it as a strongly enforced healthy eating plan. 😂
No Funyuns for me, unless I outlive my wife, and then I won’t want them. George should be on the bag!
Ooh, Funyuns. My son loves those. I get indigestion just thinking about them!
Me too.
This was hilarious! And very relatable (except I like Funyuns). I feel the same embarrassment that I’m trying to win the lottery when everyone knows someone else, somewhere else is going to win it. I feel everyone (cashier, other customers) can tell how badly I did in Statistics and Probability!
Haha.
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
Right, half the winnings goes to taxes— and hopefully that includes schools. Love that you have a local store that sells lottery tickets and health conscious chips. And that Valerie knows your favorite games. ❤️
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
Thx! That’s right! No cc. It’s all cash. Imagine the paperwork for the 7 Eleven owners. Scaled down airport luggage slides. Haha. Those sandwiches are scary. If one wants to know what rubber tastes like…
As I am firmly middle-aged food and I have a different relationship nowadays. I write about it frequently. It is amazing what we rationalize we CAN eat without consequence :) I like the idea there is some small, non-descript machine shop somewhere in the US that is making those hot dog machines. I don't like it well enough to eat one though. Everything about the modern fuel station screams 21st century America!
I don’t buy lottery tickets so I’ve never thought of the embarrassment aspect. I don’t think I’m organized enough to know where I put it and check the numbers to see if I won! Pretty sure the few I have bought are simply gathering dust in unclaimed lottery ticket heaven.
I don’t think anything of a person grabbing a ticket or two but I do confess to being a tad judgey when I get behind those folks who are fully loaded with a literal plastic folder of tickets, like a hundred of them! They are seriously organized, they have a system. It’s like a full time job!
You are not unworthy! But it’s amazing how we feel we are. Anyone who goes to the effort to buy a ticket deserves to win. Imagine the good you could do if you won, the help you could provide or the dream business you could start.
So next time be proud!! But stay far away from the Funions! They are probably flammable!!
Haha. Flammable Funyuns. Your lost tickets are in lottery heaven with all those single socks that have gone missing. Hehehe. I have yet to see the organized full time lottery gambler. I have a cousin whose mom won 500k twice on quik picks. Her secret was she used the same numbers over and over. That is the point for winners— give most of it away.
I never bought a lottery ticket, but I used to like Funyons...
Used to?
I have IBS now, so it sort of gets on the way of my eating the "good" stuff I could heedlessly gobble up in my youth. Too much fatty food (and it doesn't take much!) gives me a monster of a belly ache. I miss out on a lot of goodies, but I think of it as a strongly enforced healthy eating plan. 😂
I have that too! Strongly enforced healthy eating plan. I guess it’s a benefit to have a body that talks to you the second you eat something crappy?
Yeah, I guess, but no body likes a nag. 😉