This just happened:
>Went to a gas station to get some snacks.
>A small, old man (Vietnam vet. ) waddles up to my car and asks if I can give him a ride to his house which is 15 minutes away
>He says he'll give me 5 bucks for my trouble.
Oh shit... magical money from an old sage for five Mega Millions tickets...

>I agree to our little arrangement. He hops in my car.
>I plug in his address in my phone's GPS map
>It's in a rougher part of town. Better get their while the sun is still up.
>While driving there he tells me about all the crack houses around his house and how he smokes crack from time to time.

>Get to his place. Ask him if he's sure he doesn't want the $5 back. He tells me no. It's mine.
>I give him a quick salute, he hops out of my car, and I peace out.

>I drive to the nearest gas station and buy five Mega Millions tickets.
>Got some dinner and now I'm back at my house.
And now... we wait.
