The True Price Of Friendship

(When I was in high school I used to drive my best friend home since we lived right next to each other. However, I would buy us lunch almost every time since I had a job and he did not. I didn’t mind it since his family was a little low on funds and I had extra money from not paying rent. Fast forward four years when his family invites me over for Christmas Day dinner.)

Friend’s Mom: “I can remember back when you two were in high school.”

Me: “I don’t miss high school and I especially don’t miss buying four burgers for this idiot.”

Friend’s Mom: “What are you talking about? I gave him $20 every day so he could get you food since you were driving.”

Me: “… I never got it.”

(I look over at my friend in disbelief.)

Friend: “Friendship!”

(And, yes, we are still best friends.)