Brother Graham and I went to Fremantle for lunch today. When we had finished eating I showed him an old Lotto script which had been under a fridge magnet for about 6 years. I had decided to use it to buy a lotto ticket in tonight’s $20M draw. He suggested that we use the Woolworths underground carpark and buy my ticket at the lotto agent near Woollies. There is a $2.00 parking fee which can be redeemed with a minimum purchase of $10.00 at Woolworths, so we looked around for something I needed for around $10.
Graham bought a small Turkey roll and suggested I did the same. As we approached the checkout, he realised that my roll was only $9.80 so exchanged mine for his $10.60 roll. When I had gone through the register I realised that I had forgotten to tell the cashier that I had the parking ticket. ‘Sorry, too late’, she said. I gave the parking ticket to bro, who now didn’t have a purchase of $10.00. He dashed off to change the cheapo roll for one slightly more that the $10. minimum purchase. The cashier and her friends are probably still laughing about the two old fellas.
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