Moving on to the next stall with the Arctic fox as a grand prize, the game turned out to be one I could never lose in a million years.
"All I have to do is guess how many balls are in each jar, right?"
In front of me was a table with three glass jars of varying sizes. They all contained a differing amount of small, multicoloured balls in them.
"Yep! These are the three jars, and if you can guess within 10% of the real number for all three, you get the fox!"
"Are those the rules?"
"Sure are!"
Hearing the rather simple explanation, I pointed at the first jar.
"3,302 balls."
"I-It's quite specific. Are you sure?"
Glancing once at the nervous face of the stall owner who appeared to only be in his late 20s, I pointed to the next two jars.
"1,111 balls. 2,050 balls. Final answer."
As the words exited my mouth, I witnessed all colour drain from the man's face.
"S-sir, is it possible that you--"
"Was I close?"
