Man with 9 as his number
June 4th, 2009
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One day, on 9/9/99, a man woke up at 9:09 a.m. in the morning, jumped on Bus #99 and went to his favorite restaurant on 9th Street.
When the cashier rang up his order, it totaled .99.
“Oh, wow, this is an omen!” the man said, so he bought a pair of cheap binoculars at the 99ยข store, pulled out 99 cents in fares and took Bus #99 to the Race Track.
As he approached Gate No. 9, he said to the ticket agent: “I would like to bet 9.99 on Horse No. 9 in the 9th race.”
“Why those particular numbers?” the ticket agent asked.
“Nine seems to be my lucky number today,” the man said excitedly, “I’m really on a roll!”
Feeling confident, he sat through the first eight races until Race No. 9 came up. Sure enough, he was on a roll.
The horse came in ninth.
Categories: Bad Taste Jokes 9th Street, Bet, Binoculars, Cashier, Cheap Binoculars, Favorite Restaurant, Lucky Man, Lucky Number, Omen, Ticket Agent
