I'm not bitching, really, but I sent my girl to go pick up a bundle from our guy, and we always give him the correct money. I don't think we've ever shorted him, and we'd never fuck him because he's really more of a friend than anything else... well, he sent his runner to see us, and his runner told him that we gave him some obscure amount of money like $47 or something. I won't post how much we were supposed to give him, but you can imagine that no matter how much the bun might cost, it probably wasn't $47...
He calls my girl and tells her that she gave his runner the wrong money. But my girl was insistent: "I don't even have any singles on me, so there's no way!" Then, at that moment, the runner checks his other pocket and pulls out the money she gave him. My guy was so apologetic, "Oh shit! He found it... okay, okay... I'm sorry."
Like, it's OK and it's not a problem, but honestly... he should know better than to think we'd ever fuck him. We're not like that, and there's no reason to fuck him in the first place because we know he'd never let us go sick. He'll throw us bags, front us, do whatever he has to do... so why fuck him? Hell, dealers have left stacks in my car before (that's ten bundles, one hundred bags...) and I haven't taken them. (I made a lot of junkies cringe just now, I'm sure... lol)