Several years ago I enjoyed an incredible run of luck while playing Ohio's Pick-4 game. I won $11,800 in three weeks, on three separate box hits.
The first time, I had ten tickets for a box double (2577, I think) which paid $4,000. My second hit came a week and a half later; I had five tickets on a no-match number, and won $1,000. Another week and a half went by, and I hit another double. That night, I spent only $30.00, playing two box numbers (2448 and 2488). I bought my tickets at two different retailers so, due to handing one of the clerks the wrong bet slip, I had 17 tickets for 2448, and 13 for 2488. Fortune smiled on me once again when the numbers 2448 were drawn that evening, and I spent the greater part of the next day running from retailer to retailer cashing tickets worth $6,800.
That was a good day.
Now, to answer your poll. I didn't tip anyone who cashed my tickets, because that was after the fact; it would be like tipping a bank teller for cashing your paycheck. However, I did pay ten percent of my total winnings to the two girls who sold me my winning tickets; I always do that, provided I win a significant amount of money (it's not really worth it to pay them if I won five or ten bucks).
It's true, I chose the numbers, but it's a good feeling knowing that someone else is out there truly hoping my numbers will hit. I paid a total of $1,180.00 in commissions, but I was still money ahead, and the looks on those girls' faces was absolutely priceless when I began counting out their "commissions." With the lone exception of the no-match hit, the money I paid them for each of the doubles exceeded their weekly salaries. One of them, Nikki, actually cried when I gave her $340.00 following my last hit (the other girl received an equal amount, but she wasn't nearly as emotional about it).
I suppose it was by sheer coincidence that they were always working when I bought my tickets, since I didn't play every single day. To be fair, I should point out that there were days when I didn't win anything. There were days when I had ten or fifteen tickets that were off by one digit (it's maddening, isn't it?). Out of those 21 consecutive days, I played maybe 14 or 15 times and, out of those fifteen days, I won on only three occasions. Anyway, I began to think those two girls were lucky for me, so I'm not sure whether I would have even bought any tickets had they not been working when I walked in with my bet slips (each worked at a different store in Antwerp, but they knew each other).
I've since stopped playing the daily games. Today, I only play PowerBall on a regular basis, and I'll drive to Michigan for MegaMillions tickets when the jackpot gets to $200 million. I always get those for three draws. That way, if the jackpot rolls, I don't have to go all the way back to Sturgis to play my numbers again (unless it rolls three more times, but that hasn't happened yet).
I went last week, and a guy named Larry sold me my tickets. He told me a story about a woman who won a million dollars at his store. He said the store received $6,000.00 from the lottery for selling the ticket (I didn't ask if it was a scratch-off, but I'm assuming it was). The woman who won the money came back and gave the owners another $2,000.00 but, said Larry, she didn't bother to tip the cashier who had sold her the ticket. I told him not to worry, that if I should hit the big one, I would happily pay him five percent of whatever I received after taxes and cash option (yes; I have reduced the amount of the commission I pay, but that's because I have plans for that money, should it turn out to belong to me. Besides, I doubt if Larry will think I'm being unfair if he gets a check for $11,560,000.00).
If I'm lucky enough to hit a second or third prize in tonight's drawing, I'll still give Larry his five percent. Not that I'm frivolous, mind you; I would never tip a cashier a thousand dollars just for ringing up my gasoline sale (as David Edwards once did). I'm sure Larry bought his own tickets for the upcoming drawing, but it's comforting to know that he's up in Michigan thinking, "Well, if I don't hit the jackpot, I sure hope that ugly Neanderthal guy from Indiana has the lone winning ticket."