Imagine my surprise while waiting in line at the Gas Station Chicken Store this week, and seeing a familiar face taped to the sneeze guard. You can't actually imagine my surprise, because I was NOT surprised. Just pleased that I recognized a winner in the weekly gas contest.
When customers buy gas, they get red tickets, depending on how much they purchase. They look just like the tear-off tickets you get when you buy rides at a carnival. Or maybe for chances in a raffle. The customer tears off one ticket to put in a cardboard box, and keeps the other. Every Monday a ticket is drawn from the box. The winning number is posted. Customers can check their tickets as they come in through the week. If the prize is not claimed by Sunday, the contest starts over. They used to roll over the amount until a winner was found, but I'm not sure they still do that. It may just be a $30 prize every week now. Not actual cash, but $30 worth of gas.
Anyhoo... the winner was a former co-worker with The Pony. She recently retired.
Look! She's a cockeyed optimist! A really nice gal I used to cross paths with occasionally over in the School-Turn Casey's while she was stopped for lunch, and I was buying scratchers. Perhaps the background in her winner's pic can properly convey the claustrophobia I feel in the Gas Station Chicken Store. Only three aisles, no room to stand and wait your turn.
Anyhoo... I'm happy for her. I've never seen her in this store, but her husband is there every day buying diesel fuel. Maybe he's won too many times, or maybe he gives her his tickets to check.
Some people don't want the red tickets, because they're just passing through. They offer them to others in line. I've turned down many a red ticket. I don't buy T-Hoe's gas there, because the gas pumps are old-fashioned, and sit on concrete islands that I can't clamber over on my way to the door.
No comments:
Post a Comment