I sold powder creamer as cocaine

I used to work in the kitchen for a hotel. We serve continental breakfast, which includes coffee, morning pastries, juice, and milk. We have a huge container of liquid creamer in the walk-in fridge to use for the coffee machines. We also have a big plastic tub of powdered coffee whitener, both for our guest and for our coffee machines. <br><br><br><br>One night, one of our regular guests approached me, a stout man in his 40s with a constant dandruffy head. He asked me if we had creamer. I said that we had it in the fridge, and I’d be happy to grab it for him. He said, “no, the powdered kind.” I thought we had that too, but when I went to check, I realized that I had thrown away the tub, because it was empty. I told him that, but I don’t think he believed it. He offered to buy it from me, and I said okay. He offered $20, and I said okay. Then he offered me more. $40. I said okay. $60. I said okay. $80. I said okay. $100. Okay. <br><br><br><br>I gave him the tub. I didn’t want to keep it, so I figured I’d at least make a good amount of money from it. He asked me if I had anymore. I told him I didn’t, but I’d keep him updated if I did. And I did. I would fill up empty tubs with the same powder, and sell them to him whenever he came through for a night. <br><br><br><br>I didn’t realize at first, but he thought he was buying cocaine. He told me he’d been cutting it with creamer, and that it was actually really good. <br><br><br><br>I still don’t know what possessed me to keep filling up those tubs and taking his money. I had never ever thought about selling drugs, let alone things that weren’t actually drugs. Looking back, I probably would’ve gotten in big trouble if he had ever called the cops on me. But he never did. I got a couple thousand dollars out of it, and every time he came in, I’d make sure to fill up my tubs in case. <br><br><br><br>Eventually, I left that job, and I haven’t seen him since.