once in mid afternoon, the store was empty save for me.
a tall man with long orange frizzy hair, a beard and one leg came in.
it stopped about mid thigh and continued on lieutenant dan style as a long metal rod.
"can you check this for me, bud?" he'd said, leaning heavily on the non-leg to place a lottery ticket on the counter.
he swiped his hand through his mess of hair. waiting.
he'd won $7.00.
"Really?" he was excited. never had one of my customers been so overjoyed at such a meager winning.
"i've lived in vegas all my life and never won nothin'. i come here and win seven dollars." he smiled.
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