I Booked a $2,000 Rental for a Group Trip, but No One Paid Me Back Their Share of the Cost – They Didn’t Get Away with It

Sarah’s excitement for the weekend getaway quickly turned into frustration when her friends avoided paying their share of the $2,000 cabin rental. Unbeknownst to them, she had a plan to ensure they didn’t get away with it.

Each year, the friend group took turns planning a getaway, and this year was Sarah’s turn. She found a perfect cabin by a sparkling lake, costing $2,000 for three nights, breaking down to $250 each for the group of eight. Everyone agreed to pay her back before the trip. But as the trip neared, excuses poured in: car repairs, student loans, delayed paychecks. Eventually, there was radio silence from most friends.

Feeling used, Sarah devised a plan. The night before the trip, she messaged the group excitedly but left the cabin with the keys, claiming she’d return soon. When friends arrived and found the cabin locked, frantic calls and texts ensued. Sarah, calmly sipping coffee nearby, waited for their desperation to peak before demanding payment. Within an hour, everyone paid up. Though the trip began tensely, it ended with newfound respect and understanding among friends.

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