True story: I was a stoner nerd in high school. That means we'd get high and talk about Star Trek. So, there was a group of "popular" girls who went out of their way to make our lives hell. Their football player boyfriends liked us cause we sold pot for cheap, so they didn't get what was wrong with their girls. So, a few months ago I pulled in to get gas. When I walked in, I heard her, older now, go well...if it isn't [mynameischarlie]. Are you still reading comic books and jacking off, loser? I just nodded, and waited for her next question of "so, is this cash or credit?" To which I replied credit. I walked outside, got in my Mercedes and drove away. That felt GOOD.