One night a few years ago, walking into an alley, suddenly a man with a dagger was pressed against my waist and said to me: Sister, brother, I am desperate, trouble borrowing five hundred dollars!
I looked at his physique and gave him my wallet, but I didn't expect that he really only took five hundred and returned me, and asked for my number, saying that he would return it to me when he had money.
One day years later, he called and asked me to go down that alley, and in order not to make him feel guilty later, I went.
Or the dagger, which came to its original position, said to me: Borrow another five hundred!
