Time is money.

Allow me to illustrate the premise. It's a weekday morning and you step inside the local convenience store for a cup of coffee. It's already brewed and you're in a hurry just like everyone else in the world; you love coffee. Along with other busy-bodies like yourself, tending to the immediate urges so quickly quelled by the service of the establishment, you aptly fix your drink to your specifications and make your way to the store clerk. However, there lies to a horrifying and ire-inspiring sight. At the front of the line an elderly women pulls out the envelope full of unchecked lottery tickets from her purse and, one by one, hands them to the clerk to investigate the numbers for a winner. One by one! The self-checking lottery machine lies to the side of the counter, it's the elephant in the room, a lonely,dejected, degraded elephant. The line behind the wrinkled treasure hunter accumulates more and more of innocent and efficient members like yourself, waiting in limbo as one by one her results are tallied and her money granted, paid with the very minutes of your very life. Don't you friggan hate that!?