D.O.P.-T.

The latest hire has pneumonia. Two and a half hours of overtime this morning (the other staffer worked two shifts). The looooong shift was enlivened by an elderly guy who came in wearing a fake Indian chief's headdress, then left it on the floor of the booth while he went away for an hour or two to get more money, since I had declined to buy his watch or his scratch-off ticket. He did return, and eventually left with his plastic feathers. I later saw him from the bus, crossing the San Tomas expressway, once more wearing it.