A lady who works at a weed warehouse traded me 36 high power edibles, a mix of 50/50 and 100% THC. They will last me months as long as the wife doesn't get into them too hard. She is way too generous a trader. She starts insisting to pay about half way into the trade value.
I gave the local coffee shop owners' dropout daughter math lessons so she could get her GED six years ago. They still won't let me pay for my coffee no matter how much I insist. I'm an absolute shit teacher too; that girl might be the only person in the world with a GED, no degree, and an AMS membership because I couldn't answer stupid questions without teaching her about Galois theory and how to construct the real numbers. She probably could have gotten a BS in math for the amount of work she put into learning high school math from me. Bartering is fun but holy shit does it make you feel guilty when you and the people you're bartering with have very different valuation functions.