I unwittingly went into Asda at midnight last night for a loaf of bread after buying fuel, to be met just inside the store with about 300 salivating grubby looking youths clutching lottery tickets. I wondered if I should ask for a ticket in case it was for something good but didn"t dare ask anyone coz I knew I"d be proven to be the town half-wit for not knowing.
Problem was would I have to stand at the back of a long queue with my loaf or what? So I wandered about still wondering when a message came on the loudspeaker, could all those holding tickets no 1-20 please approach the tills unless you"re wanting to trade in your option to buy then you need to go to customer service. Really it felt like another world. 1-20? Wouldn"t want to be stuck with no 300 without a sleeping bag! Anyways I eventually dared to ask when I got to the (open for half-wits) till what was going on, only she was just as bloody excited as the mob were and said it"s C O D, out tonight and btw it"s the first time she"d done a game night. Sigh. Fought my way out and looked it up on t"internet when I got home where it felt a bit safer to ask.
Hope it"s worth it
