He Deserved It
In my university days, my best friend was dating a guy that I simply couldn’t tolerate. He was a frequent, unwelcome visitor to our room, was pretty unintelligent, and really didn’t treat her well at times.
One evening, we were all headed to a party when he realized he’d misplaced his bag of joints somewhere in our dorm’s lobby. So we all started searching and, by luck, I stumbled across it in the laundry room.
I couldn’t believe the level of his stupidity, though. Whether he got them from a retailer or rolled them himself, his little bag was labeled with his unique surname. Being at a school with less than 1500 students, a unique last name stood out like a sore thumb.
I pocketed the bag without telling a soul. The next day, I put the joints in a new bag and sent him a text saying that a friend from Denver dropped by and gave me some joints to sell. And then the unimaginable happened—this clueless fellow bought his own joints back from me without even blinking.
He shelled out money twice for the very same mediocre stuff, and I managed to keep a straight face through it all.