Revenge
When I was in New York , my mom called me from Cleveland and asked me about some rude guy from a comic shop who was asking for his Strat-o-matic baseball cards back so he could complete his collection.
I told her that he was a jerk but if she could find them, she could give them back to him.
I told her where I thought they were and she returned sheepishly later telling me that she had thrown that box away since she thought it was junk.