I'm sad today. Why? Because I bought a lottery ticket from a vending machine. I believe this gives the customer service desk at grocery stores now only two purposes:
1. To sell cancer sticks to adults, or to under-agers with believable IDs.
2. To house comment card drop-boxes wherein under-agers--those who failed the whole fake ID thing--have disgustingly sketched a set of super-sized male genitalia in the "other comments" box.
Adam
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