It seems that more and more often, when I go to my local "Quicky Mart," my experience is anything but quick. I, like you no doubt, taking my cue from the catchy name, presumed that when I needed an item or so from a grocery store, a "quick" stop at a much smaller emporium would gleefully fulfill my need whilst speeding me on my way. And, I was willing to pay a small premium for the convenience.
Then came state lotteries. Whoa, what genius - fantastic moneymakers for little stores and, of course, states. Never mind that you, the player, were more likely to be hit by a bus, attacked by a shark AND struck by lightning all on the same day - play the lottery!
Odds aside, the impact on we normal (non-lottery) humans is that "Quicky Marts" arent so quick anymore. I, to my great regret, now seem to unerringly get behind some blighter speaking lotterese to the checkout person, boxing this and that, scrolling through a fistful of lottery receipts, and ALL I WANT IS MY #%@! MILK.
Quick no more.
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