Her $3 Audacity: How I Ruined My Entitled Ex-Colleague

Late at night, I received a Snapchat message from a former colleague I hadn't seen in years.

[I saw you driving a new car at the mall today. Is your Porsche 911 just sitting in your garage now?]

[That sports car was so hot. Why did you stop driving it?]

The messages kept spamming my phone, giving me no time to reply.

[Since it’s just sitting there anyway, why don’t you let me drive it?]

Only after she sent that last message did I finally reply with a polite, professional refusal.

But to my surprise, she didn't give up. She kept spamming my phone with harassing messages all night.