

When I was 8, I was playing skee ball at an arcade. I had $2 in quarters in a small cup on the railing while I played.
Another kid and his brother came by and started talking to me. While the one kid distracted me, the other stole my cup. Once I realized what happened my older brother and I flagged the security guard. We found the kids holding the same cup (pretty distinctive because it came from another spot on the boardwalk) with exactly $2 in it.
The security guard couldn’t do anything because I didn’t actually see them take it. I still remember the kids grin when he realized he got away with it.
$2 30+ years later and I’m still tilted about it. That one interaction warped my view of people my entire life.











I’m on book three of the Bobiverse. I’m enjoying it. The nice thing is that they’re not super dense.