I was a dancer on Guam sharing an apartment (paid for by the club) with two other dancers. The two other dancers were old friends and did a lot of drugs. They stole about $3,000 from me one night (I had planned to take it to the bank the next day to get traveler’s checks, as the bank I used did not offer traveler’s checks) and I was pissed but there was not a lot I could do. Called the cops, but it was a small city and the girls were friends with the cops… the club owners couldn’t do anything without proof. I then watched these two twits blow my 3-month vacation on a weekend worth of drugs.

So the next time one of the girl’s husband called and asked where she was, I casually told him that she was on shift at the club. She had told me the week she moved in that her husband thought she was just there visiting and asked if I could refrain from telling him that she was dancing again. I conveniently “forgot.” It was satisfying to hear them fighting on the phone for the next few days until I was able to get a ticket back to the mainland.

Not so passively, on the day I left, I cut the spaghetti straps off of all their tank tops and cut halfway through all of their electronic chargers. They deserved it- and worse.