Every time I go to scan my lotto tickets, I fall into a money induced trance in my car in front of 7-11 in front of the red box movie dispenser.
What if I win? OMG this could be it! This could be the moment that changes my life! I can finally go to Bora Bora! I can get Sandy a St. Bernard! I can buy one of those big floppy hats and wear it all the time in my new house by the pool!
I go in, I scan, I rip. I politely ask the cashier to throw away the tickets. My life is changing day by day anyway, that moola would just rush it along. What’s the point of rushing?