One day, on 9/9/99, a man woke up at 9:09 a.m., 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. He then bought a pair of cheap binoculars at the 99¢ store, pulled out 99 cents for fare, and took Bus #99 to the Race Track. Approaching Gate No. 9, he told 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 began. Sure enough, he was on a roll.
The horse came in ninth.