Excitement for their weekend getaway turned into frustration as Sarah’s friends dodged paying their share of the $2,000 cabin rental. Little did they know, she had a plan to make sure they didn’t get away with it.
Every year, my friends and I plan a girls’ weekend getaway. We take turns organizing, and this year, it was my turn! I was excited to find the perfect spot: a cozy cabin nestled right on a sparkling lake. We all squealed with delight when I sent the pictures.
The place looked like it came straight out of a magazine. It had a cozy cabin with a fireplace, stunning views of the lake, and even a hot tub. The total cost was $2,000 for the three-night stay, which amounted to a very reasonable $250 each for our group of eight.
“Since I went ahead and booked the cabin, I covered the upfront cost,” I told my friends. “But to make things easier, I’d appreciate it if you could all pay me back before the trip. Does that work for everyone?”
“Sounds perfect, Sarah!” Mary chimed in first. “Thanks for taking care of that.” “Absolutely, no problem at all,” echoed Ella. “Great, that works for me too!” Brittany added. One by one, everyone agreed. “Yep, sounds good.” “No worries, I can do that.” The confirmations rolled in. It seemed everyone was happy to handle their share and promised to pay me before the trip started. Easy peasy, right?
Wrong.
As the trip approached, the easy peasy turned into oh-so-frustrating. First, it was Mary. “Hey Sarah,” she chirped, “my car needs new brakes, so I might be a little late on my payment. I’ll get it to you next week.” A week later, it was Brittany’s turn. “Ugh, student loans are killing me this month. Can I hold off until next payday?” “I just need to wait until my next paycheck,” Melissa told me. Weeks went by, and as I reminded them to pay back, they came up with more excuses. Each excuse was new and none of them overlapped. It seemed like they were together in this. Then came the radio silence. Nada. No texts, no calls, nothing from Ella, Dana, or even reliable old Lisa.
By the week before the trip, I was out $2,000 and feeling completely used. The same people I called my “friends” had indirectly refused to pay me back. The people I trusted the most had suddenly decided to team up against me. Why were they doing this? Had I done something wrong? Or was this an attempt to see how I would react to such a tricky situation? I didn’t know what it was, but it was making me super angry. I knew I had to do something drastic, something that would make them understand I wasn’t a doormat. As a result, I decided it was time to teach them a lesson they wouldn’t forget. Now, I’m not one for confrontation, but this was ridiculous.
The night before the trip, I took a deep breath and picked up my phone to execute the first step of my plan. I sent a group text, bubbling over with fake excitement. “Can’t wait to see you all at the cabin tomorrow! Gonna be the perfect weekend getaway!” Little did they know, I had a devious plan brewing.
The next morning, I woke up extra early and hopped out of my bed. Throwing on clothes, I raced out the door, eager to transform the cabin into our own little haven. At the grocery store, I pushed my cart down the aisles. A giddy smile appeared on my face as I filled it with fresh fruit, cheese, and enough snacks to satisfy an army. I even got the best selection of wine and juices. I wanted to make sure my friends were well-fed and taken care of.
After paying for the snacks and drinks, I got back into my car and drove toward the cabin. It was even more beautiful in person, the sunlight glinting off the lake like a million diamonds. I stocked the fridge with everything that I had bought. I even prepped a bonfire for that night, complete with cozy blankets and marshmallows. The place looked perfect. I knew my friends would have the best time of their lives here.
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