Scratchers I buy I cash in. Scratchers given to me fester in my bedroom. On my bedside and in my drawers and forgotten pockets, they lurk. I cant imagine I'm any different from any other scratch off player, so I'm assuming I'm not the only one who drags their feet. For me its about the rush of the scratch rather than the money. I like to feel that coin, fresh off a win, hot in my hand. I actually think cashing in is a little embarrassing. Ummmmm! THEY HAVE A SEPARATE MACHINE FOR IT!
What I'm trying to say is, I have twenty dollars worth of winners on my desk I need to cash in. That's them (pictured) - that's the pile of them and I feel apprehensive about throwing down a zillion breeds of scratchers on a bodega counter and claiming my earnings. I'm worried I'm going to feel like an addict. Like that woman missing teeth who abuses her dog and is always in the Rite Aid. I'm worried someone might perceive me as her.
Part of me hopes they expire. HELP!
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