Hijo de Puta!

In the liquor store, the guy in front of me is checking his lottery tickets. Maybe 4 or 5.
He looks back and forth at the tickets, the numbers and then mutters to no one in particular: "Hijo de puta!". I guess he didn't win.

The car alarm I could hear coming from the truck carrying cars on two levels. I drove more quickly to escape the sound, thinking about the driver stuck with it for a 1000 miles.