Story 9:
At the supermarket, I helped this woman load a bunch of water cases into her car. She thanked me, super sweet, and handed me a scratch-off lottery ticket “for luck.” I thought, “Cool, fun gesture.”
I scratch it when I get home—nothing. Not even a dollar. Whatever. But the next day, I’m in the gas station and who do I see? Same woman, same bright scarf, cashing in a big winning ticket. Like hundreds, maybe thousands.
And yep, it was the exact same kind of scratcher she gave me. Still stings.
