one legged man from vegas

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.