Thirteen hundred

A guy approached me on New Oxford Street asking about Holborn tube station. I offered him a lift but he wasn't interested. I gave him directions. "Take care!" - I added. He moved like if he was about to walk away. Suddenly he turned around and said: "Can I tell you a story?" I was all ears.
"I fucked up. On Wednesday I'm flying to Venice with my girlfriend. Yesterday I got paid. I went to casino and I spent all my money there. Thirteen hundred. I don't know what to do now. My girlfriend arrives today. She already exchanged all her money to euros. I was supposed to give her £400... I fucked up mate... I just fucked up big time..." We looked at each other and we laughed. "You know?" - said I - "I write a blog. This is a great story and I'm gonna put it there!" "What you think I should do?" - he asked. "Does your girlfriend know about it?" "Not yet..." "Well then, just laugh now, what else can you do...?" "Well I'm laughing now, but this is real... Tomorrow you will probably read in a newspaper about some guy who jumped off a rooftop and it will be me..." He looked at me with hope - "Would you take me to the station now?"