I was driving home to Halifax this weekend and the coffee had decided it was time to stop being rented. So I turned off at the Rawdon exit and found the nearest gas station. Feeling a bit guilty about using the facilities while not purchasing anything, I went to the counter to buy a coffee. Lo and behold I get behind you, who has won $2 dollars on some scratch game. Congrats! Then the fact you proceed to ask for last night’s winning draw (fair enough, not everyone gets a paper, has the internet), then buy those tickets that peel back the cardboard strip. After playing them at the counter, you proceed to pick out several scratch tickets, then a few more of those cardboard thingies. After 5 minutes of standing behind you as you played and the apparently enthralled clerk who couldn’t ask you to move aside to see if I needed something, I uttered none to quietly “fuck this” and walked out. Guess a little bit of courtesy shouldn’t be expected these days. —Shouldn’t Have Had That Second Cup
This article appears in Apr 14-20, 2011.
Getting between a lotto addict and the chance of escape from the tragedy that is their life is somewhat akin to getting between a Grizzly Bear and his favorite salmon pool.
Welcome to West Hants, OP!
I used to work at a place around there that sold lottery tickets and people would actually just scratch the validation number without even playing the ticket to see if they won. Then, if they did, they’d buy more and more. Same with the cardboard peel back ones. But they wouldn’t leave the line, they’d just stay there.
Eventually I got fed up because I know what it’s like to be behind those arsehats, and started serving other customers after they purchased their tickets. A couple of the “regular” lotto addicts would try and jump the line by staying at the cash to peel back and scratch their tickets and I told them to get to the back of the line. They got the hint after two or three times.
Two things west hants is known for: easy welfare and lottery addicts.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yfig83YRjiI
ALl I want to do is pay for the fucking gas I just pumped into my truck ! ! !
I got behind a woman a couple of weeks ago at a local gas station & she had a BOOK a bloody small novel with HUNDREDS of loto tickets to be checked … Unlike you OP I gave it a couple of minutes & told the clerk, ring me through or I’ll get you next time.
They stopped & let me pay… I kid you guy’s not at all, a stack of lotto tickets the size of a fucking book !
Why would anyone waste so much of their money ?????
i have no problem asking someone to let me in front of them if they are there to check their lottery pools tickets. done it before, will do it again
tards don’t recognize yea when they’re in tardville..no how..:)
What I’m tempted to do when I’m stuck behind a lottery goblin is offer them $5 (or something appropriate to making profit) for their pile of unverified tickets if they’ll just kindly move along. Then, I go to the self-scanner and check them myself.
It could work.
We had a situation out here in Fuckville, we only have 1 gas station, and this fucking bovine was trying to check her fistfull of tickets. The line behind this heifer was getting longer and longer, and as Canadians we are too polite to say anything, until this guy snaps out with “is this a fucking gas station or a fucking casino?”
The poor attendant didn’t know what to do.
The large unit grabbed up her tickets and waddled out the door.
Oblivitrons!
It’s been a long time since I have been in a Needs and thanks to paying by debit at the pump I don’t have to deal with this while getting gas, either. Thanks for the reminder of how annoying this used to be.
I may not understand the series of events, but this doesn’t seem like a big deal? Without being a dick about it, couldn’t you have just said ‘scuse me, any chance I can pay for this while you do your lotto thing?’, instead of waiting an abnormally long time and ultimately getting miffy at the end of it?
Still, mad points for ‘the coffee had decided it was time to stop being rented’!
but o.p., they won some money. that made their day, now they are famous. and you, are still a nobody, tough luck, sucker.
I 38DD think that the cashiers need to cleavage be told when huge tits this happens to tell the slug tight shirt to move.
Sorry, Life Sucks’ pic was right in front of me while typing. Holy Hanna…
You should have said “Hey, did you hear about the promo at the casino on the new VLT machines! 50/50 odds…..really great. You should go try tonight.” Encourage gambling…..it makes money for our Gov’t 🙂