Tacky, but not as much a pain as selling those damned candy bars.
One year I replaced a teacher on leave at Thomas Stone HS in Waldorf MD, and inherited the job of sponsor of the HS newspaper. There was no budget for the paper, and the arrangement was to sell candy bars. One of the kids on the newspaper staff, who never wrote a word, and had joined the staff mostly to annoy the girls ate an entire box of them in Study Hall, and threw them up in an unforgettable incident which became, I am sure, legendary, among at least 80 witnesses. The chocolate barf of 30 bars was undeniable proof of young Greg's malfeasance.
I told his mother she would have to pay at east what the damned candy had cost the newspaper. I think this was about $25 or $30, as the retail price of the bars was a dollar. She refused, and I told her that she could take it up with the administration, as I was not going to give him a grade for Spanish until she paid. She threatened to sue. I left, and sent a grade of D which was what the kid had earned, to the office, mentioning that I did not want this released until Mommy had paid for the candy.
I am still not sure what happened. I left Maryland and HS teaching after that.
Luckily, the other kids sold a huge amount of chocolate bars and I was not left holding the bag on that either.