It was one of the strangest nights of my life.
I was sitting at home, drinking coffee, and a man walked into the kitchen.
He came in with a stack of Reese’s crackers.
I asked him how many there were and he said, “I think it’s about four.”
I was speechless.
He was like, “Well, you don’t have to pay me.”
He took my money and left.
I got home, went back to sleep, and woke up the next morning.
I don’t know if he had any money in the house.
When I went to get the food, he left.
It was like he left with my money, but I was like oh no, I didn’t do anything wrong.
I mean, I did a lot of stuff wrong.
And it was the best thing ever.