This happened about 6 years ago when I decided to pursue an MBA in a foreign land. Cost of living didn't exactly work in my favour and I ended up spending a lot more than I had originally budgeted for. I was burning through the money that I had brought with me at a very rapid pace - mostly on food and ensuring that I didn't sleep or study on an empty stomach. I desperately needed money to survive the remaining 6 months in the course and could not go back to the bank for any more loan – I had no more collateral to offer. Also, the School rules explicitly stated that students were NOT allowed to take up a job while they were studying. Their intent was obviously to ensure that students solely focused on studies during the duration of the course. Besides, the curriculum was so intense, we barely slept 3 -4 hours a day in ensuring that we completed all assignments. Point being, I was running out of money with no time or ability to take up a job to earn any money.
Since most students invariably ended up staying up as late as 4am to 6am completing assignments, the McDonalds across the street was a favourite goto for midnight snacks. We knew that eating at a McDonalds was going to wreak havoc with our health and pretty soon everyone was gaining weight around the tummy. I decided to step in with the idea of home brewed, low sugar, log fat milkshakes for sale in the dormitory. I bought a hand blender, milk, icecream and some ingredients to flavour and tested a couple of recipes with a sample of students. They loved it and started ordering milkshakes every day. The milkshakes were healthier and cheaper than what was sold at MacDonalds. My business broke even in a week and pretty soon I was able to meet most of my daily food expenses.
One particular evening, as I opened the refrigerator in the common area where I stored all my ingredients, I saw that someone had finished off my icecream stock! Obviously, I couldn’t sell any milkshakes that night. The next day, I bought some more icecream and stored it in the refrigerator and yet again someone ate it all up. I bought another pack of icecream the next day and again, it was gone the next day. Unfortunately for me, there were no security cams pointing at this part of the common area so I was left to pay Sherlock by myself.
I bought a pack of expensive orange flavoured icecream on the next day and stored it as usual. Oh and I also added 2 whole bottles of orange flavoured liquid laxative to the icecream. And waited patiently outside the restroom on a chair the next day. Sure enough, Mr. Thief showed up 4 times to use the restroom. Our eyes met when he walked in the fifth time and I smiled broadly at him. He realised I had done this to him, mustered a weak smile and went to visit Shit Heaven. The best part? He couldn’t even complain about me since that would mean admitting he stole food from the common area and I could register a formal complaint. In case you were wondering, he used the toilet a total of 9 times during the day. Pretty strong stomach for someone used drank two bottles of laxative.
Submitted February 22, 2017 at 05:07PM by inmoneyitrust http://ift.tt/2lumcTu ProRevenge
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