Oh, heard an interesting story today over lunch. Mom was up in Malaysia visiting her friends, and they got a little cheeky, dropped in on a fortune-teller asking for some lottery advise. The day she left, I kind of asked how I could make my clients pay up. Of course, being her, she suggested praying for some luck.
So while they were at it, she asked the fortune-teller about me. After identify me through my birth date, he spurted, "Oh! This guy! The one with a heart of a Buddha... just waver him a little and he will soften!"
Mom is apparently still quite amused by that, heartened at the same time.
So here I am, kicking myself. Dummy.
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