Just thinking about that time when I ordered warheads for a certain few friends makes me mad. We all promised to buy one pound of warheads, and I myself bought two pounds, so it was all settled among us. Unfortunately, when you order online, it only comes in 5 pound bags, so I just ordered that, with my 2 pounds in there as well as the 3 pounds other friends ordered. When it got here, each pound was not separated, so I divided the whole bag into 5 parts, and brought it over to Jack’s house in a big bag. When I got there, while some people started bitching at me because they wanted their own individual 1 pound, other people just backed out and said they didn’t actually want to buy them. So okay, then I took the extra warheads those people didn’t want to buy and sold them individually for 5 cents each. Then everyone was like, “You’re making money off friends? That’s pathetic, they should be free.” Okay first of fucking all, I was losing money by selling them at 5 cents, and second of all, it was those people who backed out of the deal that started that shit, so the injustice of it all pissed the hell out of me. Oh, the best of all? My parents gave me hella shit for not selling the warheads that I promised to sell, and said they’d never buy online food for me again. Also, they really didn’t trust me after that, after all the fucking trust I tried to build up over the years, and they thought of me again as childish, someone who doesn’t plan out their business.
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