The last few days have been horrible at work. I just haven't felt like being there. I must be coming down with something. I'm not surprised either, after dealing with people like this:
A few days ago one of our regular lottery customers was playing some scratch-off tickets. Besides the fact that he was just standing there scratching them, I was irritated because I had to stop what I was doing every three minutes to get him some more tickets.
Well he bought his next batch and then asked for the bathroom key. Him being a regular, I handed the key over.
About twenty minutes later I see him walk out of the bathroom. I had forgotten he was even in there since he was gone so long.
He walks up to the register, hands me the key, and hands me his now scratched lottery tickets...which he had scratched while in the bathroom.
I didn't want to touch his toilet tickets but I had no choice. So I picked up the smallest corner of it and cashed it. I noticed that it was a little damp too. Who the hell knows why it was wet. Who am I kidding, I know exactly why it was wet. BECAUSE HE SCRATCHED THEM OFF IN THE BATHROOM WHILE TAKING A DUMP.
Shortly after that he left, but I was pretty grossed out for the rest of the day.
All I could smell was a faint toilet smell.
What if his swampy butt crack had an itch and he used his lottery ticket to scratch it? No wonder why I'm always getting sick if I have to deal with poop on our lottery tickets.