Yesterday, a co-worker told me a long story about buying a Mercedes-Benz. A woman caught her fiance cheating and told him to get out of her life. He split in a hurry, leaving his car behind. A few days later she got a letter from the cad, ordering her to sell the car and wire him the money. Somehow my co-worker got wind of the story and tracked the woman down. He offered her $100 for the car and she took it. He drove away in a nearly-new Mercedes. The ex-fiance got what he deserved.
I didn’t say anything, other than Really, How Interesting, etc. My co-worker must think I don’t get out much, to tell me a whopper like that. And I think less of him for abusing me that way.
Of course I didn’t think much of that shitbird in the first place.