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