In college I was a budding small time weed dealer on campus in a new town. This guy I'd met at a party was also a small time dealer but was always trying to pull some kind of hustle. But I'd known him for a while and he was annoying by always trying something but, I thought, relatively harmless.
One night I get a call that his friend has some super good weed and he can get me a good deal on it. I wanted to check it out so he stops by to pick me up. Right as we're about to leave he says "this will be the only chance to get it so bring all your money."
That was my first red flag, but I didn't think too much about it. We get to the place and it's a shit hole apartment in a bad part of town. We go inside and there are 4 guys in there drinking. If you were casting a movie they would have definitely been the bad guys. I was 18, these guys were in their 40s and pretty scary. But I acted my usual energetic and happy self even though I had a bad vibe. Maybe even more so due to it.
Finally after an hour I catch them giving each other a knowing look and they stand up in unison when one guy says "it's time".
Now I'm really nervous and it doesn't feel right but I was kinda trapped. So we go. The whole ride I'm trying to make conversation or whatever but everyone is pretty silent. Before long I don't even know where we are as we end up on the outskirts of town. Suddenly they pull into this parking lot of a postal hub that was all closed and dark. (just an empty lot with one small building and like hundreds of mail delivery trucks). It was a perfect place rob me and probably kill me. Just as they're pulling into a secluded section of the lot I spot a pay phone all the way across the lot.
As soon as we stop and everyone gets out I say 'hey, I only brought a little money but want to get a bunch of weed. I'm calling my roommate to bring the rest of my money!' and take off running for the pay phone. They were kinda dumbfounded and just stood there.
I ran to the payphone and called a guy in the dorms who was from the town. I was watching the bad dudes just mill around across the way waiting for me. Luckily my friend know where I was from my description and said he was on his way.
I pretended to keep talking to somebody who the guy who got me into this mess came over. I made my half of the conversation sound like I was describing where all my. Money was to my roommate and made it seem like there was a lot. I could see him get excited at the news and ran back to tell everyone. I stayed on the false phone call until my friends headlights appeared 15 minutes later. I shouted to the guys "sweet! Now we can do some REAL business!!" and ran over to tobi's car.
I jumped in and he hit it. We were fucking outta there, the other guys actually shouted, waved their arms, and made like they were gonna chase but they didn't.
So either I barely avoided getting robbed or I was really rude to some people trying to help me out. Guess I'll never know. Never saw that other kid again though.