👉 Raindrops danced on the asphalt, signaling a sudden downpour. Alex sprinted towards the odds handicap removal booth, heart pounding. The booth was a bustling hub of activity, but Alex moved with purpose, scanning the crowd. A familiar face caught his eye - Sarah, the booth owner, known for her efficiency. Alex darted in, scanning tickets and forms, his mind racing. He spotted a lucky slip for a local player, the odds handicap. With lightning speed, he scanned the machine, inputting details. Seconds ticked by as he verified the player's eligibility and finalized the removal. Satisfied, he raced out, the downpour subsiding, leaving only a sense of accomplishment.
