'Lucky' Is The Saddest Word
Sermons for Pentecost [Middle Third]
I race off to the convenience mart a few blocks from my home to pick up some milk for cereal for breakfast. I hurriedly go to the dairy case and snatch two plastic gallon jugs and turn for the checkout to pay for them. Suddenly I am confronted by “The Machine.” “The Machine” in this case isn't a machine at all. It's a huge display which overpowers everything else near the checkout, telling me that I can get all of the tickets for all of the state lottery games now at this store.