The Wonders of the Georgia Lottery - 'Play your Change'
I'm actually seriously thinking about letting my new iMATE run in video mode on a Friday afternoon at my friend's store. If I don't get it on tape no one would believe me.
Geogia has this thing called "Play your change" which allows you to purchase $0.37 worth of lottery tickets. The total you stand to win is based on the culmination of how many other hard up idiots, I mean people decide to do the same.
Earlier today, this lady was in there in front of me. She was at least twice my size wide and shorter than me, since the aisles are small, you you could NOT get by her in the aisle. And although she was about 5 feet away from me (I couldn't get around her without going the whole way back down my current aisle and up another one), her 'smell' permeated the air. She finally moved up to the register and started lip smacking on a big package of cookies while going through her lottery choices. She took $50.00 of instant lottery tickets (scratch offs) another $10.00 in the daily number and then whipped out a small change purse and started playing her change. The whole thing took about 10 minutes and "Uncle", the name everyone calls the owner of the store, told me to go ahead and just pay him later b/c he didn't want to hold me up with this. Tons of Fun in front of me never even considered that she was holding everyone up and creating a fire hazard by merely being in the store.
So she starts talking about her theory on lottery tickets (no, it didn't involve any multiple linear regression models). She was talking with her mouth full of cookies and a nice little chunk of cookie dough came flying out of her mouth and hit the plexiglass partition. It was about the most vile thing I've ever come across. So she spends just over $72.00 (about $12.00 of which was in change that she had to count out so she could buy seperate tickets) on lottery tickets, then purchases a pack of American Cheese, the bag of cookies and two two litre bottles of CheerWine and one of Grape Nehi. Sure enough pulled out the old Food Stamp Card. It was so weird I thought I was dreaming. Uncle asked her if she wanted a car wash and she declined. It makes sense I guess b/c anyone that smells as bad as she did couldn't possibly be uncomfortable with a dirty car. Actually, the car wash is quite big and she might have fit in it which may not have been a bad idea. As she grabbed up her stuff, you could visibly see a ton of fat hanging straight down from her bicep. She woddled out of the door, bit both sides of it on the way out (seriously) and then got into her Explorer. It had a Dale Earnhardt bumper sticker on the back and a Georgia Bulldog sticker on the other side. The rims on this thing were a bit to bling bling to match the redneck chic it was all exuding but who am I to criticize. As she got in, you could see those poor shock absorbers writhing in pain as the truck leaned over to the driver side.
This must be the 'working' poor that I always hear about. She certainly wasn't poor in the wordly sense (as in not having food to eat) although I suspect she may have subsidized her food habit at the expense of water and soap. But the lottery tickets and cigarettes coupled with the food stamp card was too much.
So let me know if you'd be interested in a Loser Cam which I can position right over the lottery ticket line at Uncle's store. I could always get some richer fodder by asking them about their lottery ticket strategy.
Something about being the only country in the world with Fat Poor people, with poor people rich enough to smoke and drop $50.00+ in a single sittings, something about it is just irksome.