A jihad against The guy buying lottery tickets at the gas station

The guy buying lottery tickets at the gas station

There's only one register at the gas station near my house - and usually only one attendant working. The pumps were all full this evening, but I was just there to get a drink.

I get inside and see a line behind the register. I grab my drinks and join the back of the line, quickly realizing that it's not moving. From the looks on the faces of the people ahead of me, it hasn't in some time.

Then I hear "That one won five dollars" followed by a scraggly "Ok, give me three more randoms numbers..."

This goes on for five minutes. Five. Fucking. Minutes. Every time this motherfucker won anything, even the smallest amount, he'd take it as a sign and blow it on more tickets. When he didn't win, he'd just throw another $10 down and start the whole thing again.

All I wanted was a damn drink. But no, Mr. I-don't-understand-math was apparently convinced that he'd break even if he just kept at it long enough.

Screw him for inconveniencing me and keeping me from my sweet, sweet tea. And screw the gas station for not having another register.
Declared by Elad on Tuesday, July 15, 2008