I will no longer have to sell lottery tickets. I haven't a clue what will happen next, in more ways than one, but I will no longer have to make sixpacks and doubledips for rude customers. Random snippets of passing conversations and the everlasting muzak will no longer be the backdrop to my days. I will be able to sustain a thought, and not be told I'm "daydreaming" by intruders to my reverie. Conversations will no longer start with "I know I've got a ticket in here somewhere..." or "Gimme...". Perhaps the people I greet in my everyday life will respond, rather than just standing mutely while I process their tickets.

On the other hand, I will no longer have funny stories to tell, and not nearly so much to complain about.