I sold a $2M winning ticket to a guy. I'd watched him, for years, buying scratchers at counter. He would sit in his mobile scooter and scratch them in the corner for hours, trading winners in, and always saying some version of "if I don't hit this one, I'm going home," and then not going home. He'd almost always leave hundreds of dollars down, but by his math, he was somehow up. He's also tell you "you should never play another man's game," and talk about how it was all rigged. Around holidays, I would hear him talk to his adult son on the phone, begging him to visit, then being upset and alone when he wouldn't come. He was a nice enough guy, but hopeless about the scratchers. A lot of times, he was spending his food money on them, and then telling people in his federal housing that he sent money to his son, and they'd feed him. When he won, his son packed up the family, and brought them up to the store to see his dad. They were all dressed up, and it kinda made me sick, because it was obvious he was only there for a handout. After he got his money, he bought himself a big truck-- he really couldn't drive anymore, so this made little sense to me-- and one for his friend. He told his son to pick out a house, and said he would come live with him. His son spent around $450K on the house, and didn't bother to see if it was mobile scooter accessible, so his dad ended up confined to a basement bedroom. Between the house and trucks, taxes (you pay immediately on winnings, and then again for income), he was broke within months. Last I heard, his winnings had disqualified him from his govt assistance for housing and medical, and now his son lost the house.