This is my Dads story: He and the other millwrights would get to work a half hor early and drink coffee and shoot the shit. One of the young guys , scott, was a drinker. So he comes in, sets down his stuff, and walks over to get coffee. Dad sees his Ohio Lottery ticket laying there and copies a set of his numbers. The other guys see what Dads up to. So dad walks away. Scott comes back with his coffee, shoots the shit a bit, and asks: "anybody get the lotto numbers?" They all reply "Bo has them". So scott starts trying to find Dad. Eventually Dad comes back in and Scott asks for the numbers. He says "yea, i got a couple numbers on 2 different tickets". He hands them to scott and walks back out to the hallway to listen. 30 seconds later scott is yelling, hugging people, getting ready to call his wife on the phone. Dad walks back in, scott hugs him, screaming "I fucking won! I fucking won! I'm quitting, im gonna call my wife and then quit". Dad says "no you didnt, dont quit". Scott pulls out his ticket: "the fuck I didnt, look at that!" As he showed dad his ticket. Dad starts laughing and says "scott, you didnt win, i have the real numbers here". Scott: "You motherfucker! Fuck all you motherfuckers. Everythings always a fucking joke around here".
He decided to gome home early that day and calm down. I used to see Scott around every so often. He married well, and started his own business. He always shared a story with me about dad fuggin with him