A gas station attendant

Dave was a 30 year old screw up who flunked his college finals, and ever since dropping out, he could not get back up on his feet with numerous apprenticeships that happened to come his way. Completely out of options and hope of a better living, the slightly pudgy man had little choice but to stick to the bottom most rung of society as a guy who mans the till at a gas station at the edge of town. Only barely able to make a living, he cursed the extremity of his bad luck, ignoring the laziness of his current work ethic to the bare minimum of standards. He had already been yelled at a number of times over the course of his tenure here, which had already numbered through the dozens in total. If it were not for the state of the economy as it was now, he would have been fired years ago.

He was throwing out the trash one night when he noticed a shiny piece of metal on the ground next to the bin. Thinking that it was a quarter, he picked it up without a second thought, instantaneously feeling a vibe unlike anything he had ever felt before. Staring intensely at the strange remote in his hand, he felt like he could suddenly understand its function. The next customer that came in 'overpaid' the bill by an extra $100 before leaving as if nothing had ever happened. Bolstered by this change in his circumstances, he used it to get customers to empty their pockets, suddenly coming into a financial windfall that filled his bank account with numbers he had never seen. After about a week of mischief, he escalated his experimentation by getting customers to do his job, delightfully watching as a whole family of holiday goers 'help out' with restocking the shelves and cleaning up. Life was becoming far better than what he used to have, until one fateful night almost a month after.