Back in high school, our shop-class weed dealer was this dude Jim. Jim told us one day he was gonna make a big score soon. Had a huge deal coming up next weekend. "I'm getting 90 dime bags coming in, boys," he said. "Ninety. Gonna be rolling in cash soon. Gonna make a ton of money."
"Jim, how much you buyin' 'em for?"
He shot me a confused look. Dime bags are dime bags, he said... they're always $10. He explained it to me like I was a simpleton.
"That's why they're called dime bags." His investment cost was gonna be $900.
"And how much you sellin' 'em for?"
The same look. Like I was in special ed. "They dime bags, they sell for $10 each, dude. So $900."
"So, Jim, you're not
really making any money."
He got exasperated. "Dude,
I'm making $900!!!"