LXVII. Read a Room. January 25, 2021
>driving Lyft
>stop at a gas station for a Monster and a scratch-off
>there is a line
>eight or nine folks in the store
>I am the only white person
>large Black dude in front of me is buying scratch-offs
>lots of them
>lady behind the counter is patient
>none of the rest of us are
>guy drops at least three hundred dollars on various $20 and $30 scratch-offs
>starts scratching even as lady is bringing more
>lady says “Damn baby, I hope you win”
>old dude behind me says “Hey man, you know that lottery is a scam. You just wasting your money”
>scratch-off guy keeps scratching, says “Some people win though”
>old dude says “Yeah, that’s how they get you. Ask yourself WHO wins that stuff, and you’ll see it”
>guy behind him says “Yeah, I seen a video online where a guy bought a bunch of tickets and the guy behind him in line only bought one and hit”
>I say “Man, I sure hope that happens. I’m right behind this guy”
>everyone goes silent and looks at me
>lady behind the counter says “Baby, don’t say that stuff in here”
>welp
>time to go
Danger, Will Robison, Danger!