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.