Top 3 most unprofessional transactions ever

[KillaBuStIn]

worst ever for me:

Me and a friend met his guy in a parking lot of a gas station at 10 PM my friend then says "hey ill ride wiht him and bring it back" so the dick leaves me in the parking lot in my car for ten minutes. The whole time all the people are just starin me down like i have a moose on my head. comes back with a half of brick bud and just throws it over the car and into my window

[ManiacalPope]

Worst for me...

In the city, middle of the night and we were downtown, which tends to be tons of fun. We were at some store getting munchies and gas for the car, and we're all sitting in the car eating while the gas tank fills up. All of a sudden around the corner comes this dude with a cane and the whole pimp hat and shit, with 5 girls in tow. You could tell half of them were all coked out or something, they had the whole classic frizzy hair anorexic thin thing going on that hookers have.

Well we're sitting there high and eating and staring at them, when they start getting closer and closer and we're like oh shit. So like they get to the car and the dude is like "You got any money?" and we're like "Fuck no" and all of a sudden all these hookers or what the fuck ever they are start flailing their arms all over inside the car through the windows, and all I can hear is "YOU GOT ANY CIGS?" "YOU GOT SOME MONEY? I NEED SOME MOOONEYYYYY" while theres all these hookerhands grabbing up on me and their crazy ass nails scratching me the hell up.

This goes on for a good minute or so when they all stop, and the dude just goes "You fellows need some green?" We say yes, of course, one of the hookers pulled it out of her purse and that was that.

[snowyz42]

Originally Posted by ManiacalPope

Worst for me...

In the city, middle of the night and we were downtown, which tends to be tons of fun. We were at some store getting munchies and gas for the car, and we're all sitting in the car eating while the gas tank fills up. All of a sudden around the corner comes this dude with a cane and the whole pimp hat and shit, with 5 girls in tow. You could tell half of them were all coked out or something, they had the whole classic frizzy hair anorexic thin thing going on that hookers have.

Well we're sitting there high and eating and staring at them, when they start getting closer and closer and we're like oh shit. So like they get to the car and the dude is like "You got any money?" and we're like "Fuck no" and all of a sudden all these hookers or what the fuck ever they are start flailing their arms all over inside the car through the windows, and all I can hear is "YOU GOT ANY CIGS?" "YOU GOT SOME MONEY? I NEED SOME MOOONEYYYYY" while theres all these hookerhands grabbing up on me and their crazy ass nails scratching me the hell up.

This goes on for a good minute or so when they all stop, and the dude just goes "You fellows need some green?" We say yes, of course, one of the hookers pulled it out of her purse and that was that.

haha thats awesome.

[heated]

I guess mine would be stupid kids i bought from in high school who would shout out in class like HELL YEAH I GOT YOUR BUDS MAN, WHERES MY MONEY? and other stupid people making it blatently obvious what was going on. Im pretty sure the only reason I never got caught by teachers was because I had pretty good grades and was pretty respectful to them most of the time.

[Robob_Hippie]

Originally Posted by Tokkin4Life

lol man the 2nd one isnt bad at all. Thats how all deals are done in my town, its better then him saying you got the money i got the bud through the windows and shit, or handing out the windows or leaning in lol like what the fuck do you want a man to do?

No I suppose not at all, I'm just spoiled on my campus, we never have to meet in public at all.

[ipack]

In virginia beach one time, I was walking around the beach looking for bud. I found this one dude with the rasta hat on and he said he didn't have it on him, but it was in his hotel room.

He tells me to wait in the back of his hotel (which was on the beach) and he would be right back down (keep in mind no money has changed hands yet). About 10 minutes later I hear this "Hey dude" coming from somewhere above me. I look up and he's standing on the balcony outside his room on the third floor. He then yells "I can't come down right now, throw your money up here and I'll just drop your sack over the balcony and you can catch it". I guess it never occurred to this guy that tossing a wad of cash up to the third floor of a hotel was pretty much impossible, i mean wtf was this guy on that he was thinking this was possible?

I say (yelling actually) "man, I can't toss cash that high, its not possible.. what room are you in?"

him: "nah, i can't have you coming up here.. meet me on the third floor by the vending machine"

So i finally get up there and there's no one waiting for me, 10 minutes pass and finally the door DIRECTLY ACROSS from the vending machine flys open and weed smoke starts billowing out along with dude. All this while families are walking by in the hallways, mothers are gripping their children tighter because they can smell the devil marihuana weed. He does the shittiest hand to hand transaction i've ever seen, with half of the bag hanging out.. I got the fuck out of there ASAP before the police came

[kang413]

Originally Posted by ipack

In virginia beach one time, I was walking around the beach looking for bud. I found this one dude with the rasta hat on and he said he didn't have it on him, but it was in his hotel room.

He tells me to wait in the back of his hotel (which was on the beach) and he would be right back down (keep in mind no money has changed hands yet). About 10 minutes later I hear this "Hey dude" coming from somewhere above me. I look up and he's standing on the balcony outside his room on the third floor. He then yells "I can't come down right now, throw your money up here and I'll just drop your sack over the balcony and you can catch it". I guess it never occurred to this guy that tossing a wad of cash up to the third floor of a hotel was pretty much impossible, i mean wtf was this guy on that he was thinking this was possible?

I say (yelling actually) "man, I can't toss cash that high, its not possible.. what room are you in?"

him: "nah, i can't have you coming up here.. meet me on the third floor by the vending machine"

So i finally get up there and there's no one waiting for me, 10 minutes pass and finally the door DIRECTLY ACROSS from the vending machine flys open and weed smoke starts billowing out along with dude. All this while families are walking by in the hallways, mothers are gripping their children tighter because they can smell the devil marihuana weed. He does the shittiest hand to hand transaction i've ever seen, with half of the bag hanging out.. I got the fuck out of there ASAP before the police came

shittiest deal ever has to be in 8th grade when i did a hand to hand deal with this kid but he dropped the sack on the floor then picked it up and dropped it again and then handed it to me then dropped my money which were a bunch of singles and a couple fives...

all in the middle of the town square, with bystanders everywhere.
gotta love unprofessional connects.

[Appocolyptik]

Originally Posted by ellz2thehead

My worst was i called this kid to drop off a quarter to my house. On the phone i told him i was in a rush, so he gets there quick and says hop in. We drive to this court around my block and he takes out a QP and is weighing out my shit. He can't get the scale level for 5 minutes, than he gets an 8th out when someone drives into the court to make a u turn (they never saw us, the lights we off). He says i cant do this shit and takes all the bud off the scale and puts it back in his bag. Tells me to get out of the car, and i have to walk home with no weed.

What a faggot, he wouldn't give you any cause he couldn't get his scales to work? I'd have insisted he just weight it by eye and not use the scales if it came to it, but I guess if dealers are so pushy there's not much you can do.

[Happyjack13]

We call this kid on the phone, who told us he was dry. But he gave us his buddies number, so we called him. Well his buddy told us to drive into his neighborhood, and after we take the first turn, start creeping slowly in our car, so we did. After about 2 minutes of creeping, the kid was no where in site. So we drove back up to regular speed, and circled the neighborhood. Well, we call the kid back after rounding the neighborhood 3 times, and he tells us "Oh sorry, I forgot, you are in the wrong neighborhood..." Kinda shady yea, but we needed some bud at this time (this is a time before we had knowledge of growing)

So we go into the neighborhood right down the street, take the first left, and start creeping, well, we crept right to the top of this hill where the was a dead end and sat there for a good 30 seconds. Finally we see this little red car start to creep up the road and pull up next to us. He throws in the bag, and we throw him the money, seems kinda shady, but we were glad it was over with. As were driving, something tells us to take the back entrance out of the neighborhood instead of heading to the front. We roound the corner ahead, and my phone starts to ring...It was the kid we just got the bag from! He says to us "Ok, go in the neighborhood, take your first left and start to creep, I will meet you there." My buddies and I just look at each other dumbfounded...could he really have just totally forgotton that he already sold us the bag? It seemed way to fishy to stick around so we got out of there via the back entrance. We went down a dirt road a bit, then cut back up onto the main road. As were turning back onto the main road...two local pigs fleeeew by us and turned right into the neighborhood that we were in.

Sounds crazy yea...but it gets better.

We were so relieved that we got out of there in time, we didn't think that those weren't the only two patrol cars in the area. So were cruisin down a dirt road, smokin' a bowl havin a laugh, when suddenly, another cop goes past, and we didn't even flinch to get the bowl down. Well, he passes us and slams on his breaks at the top of the hill behind us. I'm not about to wait around to find out what happens next, I grab my bowl, the bag we just got, and the dime bag of chronic we already had on us, and wrap it all together and hurl it out the window towards the woods. To my dismay, we hear the deafening sound of my bowl hitting a rock squarely, and whats even worse...the cop kept on driving.

So we drive to our buddies house, sit down and smoke a bong of his weed, and an hour later, decide we had waited long enough, and we want to see if we can find the shit I threw out the window.

We went back and searched and found the chronic sitting right along the side of the road, the wrap job I did must not have been too great. So we've got one of 3 things. Next thing, to my amazement, I found my little green bowl, which I called reptar, in one peice, safe and sound. 2/3. And finally, after about 10 minutes of rummaging through the tree's, we found the tree. The bag we had just purchased, found, a half ounce, between 3 of us, was smoked away in a celebratory fashion within 3 hours. But it was one of our craziest experiences ever, and hopefully will be forever.

[Bigbrother]

haha, my dealer lives with his parents so whenever they are home and i need to grab, he says i have to run a "mission". This means that i have to go to the side of his house he tosses a qaurter or a h/q out of his window and i havw to crouch and shit and put the cashunder this rock across the street.It is worth for the kind of bud i get and the price i pay for it.

[What'sThatSmell]

Haven't really had any.
One of my dealers tried to 'pass off' an ounce to me in a parking lot.
I told him to just wait a fucking second so we could get some cover.

You can't make a pass-off with $180 and an ounce of weed.
It doesn't work like it does with $10 and a gram of weed.

[AaronS14]

I've only had one sketchy ass deal since I always act casual no matter what im doing but this one time i was delivering a dub sack to a friend who had never done a transaction before. I was walking from my house to where i was meeting him but before i got there, i see him walking towards me with a little metal piece in his hand shouting across the street " do u have the sack?!" so i just keep on walking trying to act like he's confusing me with someone else. i walk to a more secluded place where we make the transaction and as hes leaving he says "thanks for the weed man" right as he says that, a cop drives by and I just walk away thinking how retarded he was... He has learned a lot about the business now and is selling with me

[ThePhantom]

That was hilarious, I laughed my ass off reading that, especially the two magical tickets part and that girl swinging that eighth in front of you.

[TubePhan]

I live in a very suberban white neighborhood filled with D.A.R.E supporters and what not. Well my dealer pulls up in my driveway and tells my friend to check the shit out. So my friend takes the weed out of the car and fuckin starts analyzing it in broad daylight with people walking their dogs. Then, he drops the bag and takes even longer to observe it. Finally, we threw him the dough and he drove away. About a week later my neighbor that i've known since I was born comes up to me and was like "So I see you've taken interest in some drugs Mike". She's chill but she just told me not to have shady people cruisin through my hood.

[ihugtrees]

Originally Posted by TheNightGoes90

Love the OP.

Very British.

Can't beat it.

oh he's not british. he's english. he'll tell you the difference im sure


ummmm worst ever was up by ucf in between a gas station and a taco bell at like 2pm on saturday. everyone everywhere, dude gets dropped at the 7-11, im parked at the taco bell, and he just walks to the edge of the 7-11 lot and yells "shake my hand dog there be eyes watchin us!" skeeted as fuck. *sigh* decent bud