What if I told you how this begger approached us while we were having our breakfast at McDonald’s, gave us a slip of paper, one side with an unfortunate property agent’s mug and the other side with 4 digits he probably wrote down earlier randomly, and only move on after YY reluctantly gave him $2.
Well, neither YY nor myself are avid gamblers so even though I made a note of the 4 digits, I never did got around making a trip to the Singapore Pools.
Guess what?
4 digits I’ll never ever forget in my whole life.
Bah!
Oh man … what a fluke! Or is it?
Sure is. I’ll make it a point not to let something like this happen ever again. Bah!