My aunt was born on 6-6-40, and I recently learned that she will turn 66, on 6-6-06. Char I love you… but you scare me a little. 
Ooooh… That’s creepy…
I had an English teacher in high school that was as evil as they get…Well, to other kids…
She was born on 6/6/66… An extra 6, extra evil!
We used to pick on her incessantly… That’s probably why she disliked half the kids in the class…
Wouldn’t that make her the auntie-christ?
Have you checked the back of her head for the 666?
No, I usually just check for lice. 
On top of all that, her name is Char! That’s it, I’m heading for a church. Call me when the world’s finished ending.
Side-note: I once got a dollar rebate at a supermarket because the checker wouldn’t give me $6.66 in change. I like it when religious mania works for me.
I don’t remember reading a “Char”(short for Charlotte) while ripping the pages of Deuteronomy out of the Bible and pasting them on my walls.
Also, why didn’t you ask the checker to give you $6.65 and tell her to keep the change, and not to spend it all in one place. 
Back when I lived in Nebraska, one of the few things that livened up my life in that pit of pure despair was the fact that my regular order at McDonald’s cost exactly $6.66. I tried to look real spooky when I ordered it, but I don’t think anyone at the register cared.