Last night I pulled into our local gas station to feed the car, and to pick up a lottery ticket. After all, Powerball was at $210 million, so why not drop a buck or two for a chance to win.
The lines at this place were incredible. First, right now it has the cheapest gas in town. Second, everyone seemed to have the same idea I had about picking up a ticket. As I waited in the line, I got a bit jittery at the number of unsavory characters in line and hanging out in the little quick shop. It turns out that I had good reason to be nervous. I read in this morning’s Greenville News that the gas station was robbed at gunpoint about fifteen minutes after I was there.