My (ex) best friend (to be known as CFF for this post...) was in her 2nd year at Uni as a mature student when she was 25. I (23 at the time) was working in a low wage, full time job back in our home town and my BF (now DH) of 5 months had just taken up his first 'proper' job, having recently finished his Masters. We went to visit her for a couple of days at her new shared student flat in her University town, so she could meet my new BF and we could all go on the piss for a couple of days.
I drove down (all 5 hours) and when we arrived, CFF told me that one of her flatmates already had mates staying whilst we were there, so there was nowhere for us to sleep at her place, as had been arranged. We were left with no choice but to book in to a B&B (bearing in mind this was Brighton, so pretty expensive to book anywhere near the town centre). Hey ho, never mind, I was still looking forward to a fabulous weekend!
Once we'd dumped our bags and the car at the B&B, we met CFF at a pub in the city centre. My BF bought the first round for me, CFF and one of her flatmates who she'd brought with her; I was an expensive date (but looking back, was clearly lacking in taste buds) and was drinking double vodka and Red Bull - at £5 a throw (and that was the 2003 price - I dread to think what they'd cost these days!) CFF decided to 'join me' in my expensive selection. I bought the next round and then CFF said she had no cash on her and needed to go to a cash point, which she planned to do when we moved to the next pub shortly. My (incredibly) generous BF paid for the next round (CFF's flatmate then left after finishing off his 3 free pints), then it was my turn again.
After 4 rounds, CFF hadn't bought a single drink, but it was still early in the day, so I figured she'd pay her share later on. We made our way to the next pub and stopped at a cash point for CFF to get some money out - only she did a balance check, then asked the machine to return her card without withdrawing any funds. "All sorted?" I asked her, puzzled. "My cheque hasn't cleared, the money should be available tomorrow though..." Hmmmm.
At the next pub, CFF couldn't offer to pay for any drinks, so my BF (bearing in mind he was meeting his GF's 'best' friend for the first time and wanted to make a good impression) bought 4 rounds for the three of us, then we left to find another bar.
On the way, CFF asked if we could stop at Boots quickly (late night opening). BF and I waited outside and smoked a cigarette each (grim habit - long since quit), and once I'd finished I went inside the store in search of CFF.
I eventually found her at the till and watched, open-mouthed as the cheeky fucker handed over £40 in cash to pay for a £39.99 'Teeth Whitening Treatment'! A bloody teeth whitening treatment!!!
My BF and I had spent around £40 on bloody double vodka and Red Bulls for CFF (plus 3 drinks for her flatmate), since she claimed not to have access to any cash, whilst the whole time, she was planning to spend the £40 cash she had in her pocket all along on shiny teeth!
I couldn't bring myself to mention to her that I'd seen what had happened at the till, so just dashed out of the shop before she'd realised I was there. We still went out that night, my BF paid her club entry and we bought her a couple of drinks each.
We were due to meet for brunch the next day at this place she had been raving about, but she texted me first thing to say "My cheque still hasn't cleared, so I still haven't got any cash - you OK to get brunch today?" No, I was not. I claimed 'illness'. BF and I had a leisurely lie-in, went for a delicious lunch then did some shopping in the Laines. After which, we decided to cut our Brighton trip short and head home that evening to enjoy an unexpected day off at home, just the two of us!
I kick myself now, even 15 years on, as it was CF'ery of the highest order and I continued to tolerate episodes like this from her, time and time again for 5 more years before I finally came to my senses and realised quite how badly I was being taken advantage of!
It still makes me cross when I think about it now. Cheeky Fucker!
