"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 $9.99.
'Oh, wow, this is an omen!' the man said, so he bought a pair of cheap binoculars at the 99¢ 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 $999.99 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."