The other night, Puppy and I dined at a local Asian-type restaurant and were served by a petite Asian-type lady with a very high-pitched, squeaky voice. We were one of two tables at the restaurant (Boston doesn't seem to have a very hopping Monday night dining scene!) and when we were through, our waitress brought us the bill.Instead of simply placing it on the table, she opened up the bill holder and said, "It's your lucky day! Look!" She pointed to the bill total, which read $66.66.
Lucky day? A variation on the number of the beast is lucky? Were we in Lucifer's kitchen?
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