Lending something out should be simple—a favor given, a favor returned. But some people operate with a moral compass that more closely resembles a possum rifling through your trash. They borrow your belongings, conveniently forget to return them, and then hiss at you when you ask for them back, as if you’re the one out of line for daring to expect basic respect.
The “friends” in today’s story have the audacity of hyenas, perfectly content to live off what isn’t theirs. These are the people who borrow something and put it up for sale as if they’ve earned the right to profit from your generosity. There’s no shame, no guilt—just the boldness of scavengers turning your leftovers into their dinner. You don’t just lose your stuff; you lose the faintest illusion that humanity has evolved past the behavior of opportunistic carnivores.
To add insult to larceny, they then explode into a tirade when asked for the property back. These are the raccoons of the world—completely unhinged, clutching onto stolen scraps with desirous wrath. They cook up wild excuses, invent debts out of thin air, and lash out with insults, all while refusing to even acknowledge that the stuff was never theirs to begin with.
