"Excuse me," a voice calls out, disrupting you from your peaceful sleep on a not so comfortable bench. Above you stands a tall, well-done man with two paper bags and a briefcase.

When he sees you sitting up, he puts the bags and briefcase down before taking out a piece of bread and a lottery ticket from one of the brown bags. He turns to you, holding the bread in one hand and the lottery ticket in the other.

"Pick one," he says as he looks down at you with a smile that feels more smug than polite.