By Patti Pietschmann
I say that I', sorry if I made a mistake (which I still don't understand), and can't you just void it out.
"No," he replies rather sternly, "I have to call the police." Say what? I ask if he can't just call the lottery and tell them a customer messed up. "Nope, gotta call the police."
Needless to say I am stunned. "Do I have to wait for them," I ask. He just kept repeating that he had to call the police. I started to conjure up scenarios of me with my hands up or calling my husband to bail me out of jail because I was charged with screwing up a lottery ticket. It seemed liked a scene out of Dr. Strangelove.
He finally relents and tells me I don't have to wait. I didn't pay for the tickets (watch my numbers will come in). As I was leaving a woman walking out with me said he was trying to intimidate me to paying the 20 bucks.
This goes in the books as one of the weirdest things to happen in LA.
Moral of this story: be careful filling out that lottery ticket.