If I Didn't Know Better, I Might Swear There Was A Plot To Deprive Me Of Scratcher Winners

I was on the way to The Pony's house Tuesday, to give him the new six-month insurance cards for his Nissan Rogue. He's on our policy, because technically we hold the title, and we get a discount for having all our insurance with one company. The Pony pays his part, though. So it's just an on-paper detail to get the best price for all of us. 

Anyhoo... I stopped by Country Mart for my scratchers, because I knew that it would likely be getting dark when I returned, having spent time talking to The Pony.

My plans were foiled when I saw a handwritten sign on notebook paper saying the left lottery machine was OUT OF ORDER. Oh, well. I could still get my $3 scratchers out of the right machine. That darn thing was being contrary. It would scan my $3 winner, then not put the amount on the machine. I had to do it three times to make it work. Just my luck, there was a man standing behind me waiting. Sucks to be him! 

I had also planned to get The Pony a new $10 ticket that came out last week. So I disregarded that impatient waiter and put in a ten.

Sweet Gummi Mary! 

A worker walked by, and told Impatient Waiter, "You can TRY the other machine. I restarted it, and it looks like it's ready." She walked over and took the sign off the front, and stuck it to the side.

Impatient Waiter was braver than I! He stepped right up and put his money in the left machine. Since it looked like it was working, I waited to get my two $3s out of that machine, too. 

WHAT IF those workers are waiting for the tickets to get to a certain number, and put that sign on so nobody plays it until they have a chance? Like if they buy one ticket a day, and don't want anyone else to get the ticket they think might be a winner? Stranger things have happened in the lottery world.

Anyhoo... none of my $3 tickets won. But the $10 ticket I gave The Pony? Won $50.

Not that I'm bitter...