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I think the number one most unprofessional transaction I've ever been involved with was at an (undisclosed) college library. I was desperate and none of my regular guys had anything, so I called up this one dude who I barely knew.
He tells me he's studying in a private study room at the library, but to come anyway and it will be no problem. I'm thinking, "Alright, a little sketchy... but if he's in a room by himself then it should be fine." He asks how much I want and I head off.
So I get to the library and start looking around in all the study rooms, and he's nowhere to be found. I walk around a little just to make sure, and all of the sudden I hear "Psst.... yo.... dude.... over here...." from like a good 50 feet away. Turns out he's sitting in an open area of 20 or 30 little study cubicles, completely surrounded by 20 or 30 other students who immediately look up as he calls me over.
I could tell he knew then that it was a bad decision to meet there. So he looks around nervously, all the while I'm standing there like a dumb pothead. He grabs his laptop bag on the ground and says, "Yo man, check out my new laptop" and holds it open. Inside the bag is my bud, and he notions for me to grab it. So I pick up the weed, and stuff it in my pocket as fast as I can.
Keep in mind, this entire time, all the other people studying around him are staring at us wondering if we're actually doing what they think we are. No one is talking, I'm the only person standing up, and it looks extremely suspicious. He asks for the money and I hand it to him as discreetly as possible. He whispers "how much is this?" and I say "ninety". Then he's like "Shit.... I thought you only wanted an eighth. I'll just meet you at your house in like 30 minutes to give you the rest."
I don't know how the hell I got in and out of that library without getting arresting, and I don't know why he decided to meet me there when he could have easily come to my house (and did anyway). Oh well, live and learn.
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