Extracting the nutrients of the damned.
Yesterday I hit the drive thru for lunch, and after the Expedient Nourishment Technician gave me the total, I pulled around the Window One with 7 1's in my hand and just looked at him. I wanted him to repeat the total:
ENT: That's $6.66.
Me: Ooooooo
ENT: Yes... 3 6's.
Me: IT'S THE LUNCH OF THE DEVIL!!!
ENT: Oh, yes. Ha. Here is your change, 34 cents.
Me: My lunch is CURSED!!
ENT: OK, Ha. Yes.
Me: My lunch is EVIL!! Oh woe is me! I'm DOOMED!!
ENT: Ok, your lunch is at the 2nd window, please drive thru.
Me: Sandwich of Saaaaaatan!
It's ok, tho. I stopped off and got a Dr Pepper, which totally counteracts any evil from the lunch. I'm good.