The Lottery Booth

I find it irritating when people buying scratch lottery tickets can't make up their minds. There's one now! She leans over the ticket tray at the till, passing her down turned palms over the tickets as though dowsing for winners.

"I'll have... that one."

And after a moment, "No."

She finally picks one out, then starts it all over again, to repeat for eight more tickets. The man with an unreadable face sits at the till, with the patience of Job, and the line up lengthens.