There’s been at least one awkward situation in your life where the urge to crawl into a hole and never come back out was almost overpowering. In some cases, you may even need to explain yourself and give the necessary “it’s not what it looks like” spiel to get yourself out of that jam.
We’ve all been there. Some moments turn out to be memories we would want to bury deep down, but others are worth looking back on with a bunch of laughs. The stories you’re about to read may fall under either category, depending on how you look at them.
These were responses from a Reddit thread from more than a decade ago, which remains relevant today. We’d also love to hear about your own anecdotes in the comments.
#1
OK, I'll bite. So just after high school (about 9 years ago) me and some friends are having a little bonfire in my friends back yard. He has a small fire pit. We are drinking and are pretty tipsy. Of course we cut some branches out of a tree and start roasting marshmallows and hot dogs. It should be known we are also idiots so we don't pick strait sticks, we have sticks with lots of branches on them and stick marshmallows and hot dogs on multiple branches. We are laughing and roasting twenty marshmallows on one stick when we hear a commotion and sirens down the street. We run out to check it out and there are 2 fire trucks, an ambulance etc pulling up to a house down the block. The house was on fire but not totally ablaze yet. Then we notice the family outside with blankets over their shoulders. We start to notice a few people giving awkward glances in our direction.... Then one of our friends point out, we are still holding our sticks covered in marshmallows. We got the [hell] out of there.
63points
#2
I got real drunk with my girlfriend and her mate one saturday night. They convinced me to wear a dress and then when I passed out in a chair in the living room they covered me in makeup, lipstick, blush, mascara, the works. I looked like a transvestite clown. So I wake up in the chair 9am sunday with a jolt as someone is knocking loudly at the door Still half drunk I open the door to 2 mormons, they look at me shocked, stammer "we've got the wrong house" and leave. Took me a few secs to realize what I looked like to them.
55points
#3
The leader of the local girl scout troop belonged to the same pool as my family. One day I went to pick up my daughter from her scout meeting. With a few of the other mothers I didn't know, as well as most of the girl scouts all paying attention to me since I had just walked in, the leader exclaimed (once she figured out who I was there to pick up)..."I didn't recognize you with your clothes on"...The look on the faces of the other mothers was priceless...
50points
#4
I was shooting a movie with some friends and one scene was a couple in bed having an argument. They filmed at my home and we were gonna do a few more takes later and the team decided to leave the equipment at my house. I go on a date with a girl and everything is well and good and she gets brought back to my place. Things get serious and we head to the bedroom where she is greeted with camera equipment aimed at the bed. She is creeped out and I explained... She wasn't that understanding.
45points
#5
I used to have to unload stuff from my work truck into my garage. It wasn't uncommon for me to forget to shut the tailgate on the covered truck bed. In the summer it wasn't such a bad thing, but in the winter, cats would take shelter in it.
On bad nights, I would intentionally leave it open. These were cats other neighbors just let roam the neighborhood, often forgetting about them. I felt bad for them, but didn't want to bring them into my house because I didn't want fleas/disease transferred to my animals.
I got into the habit of smacking the bed with my hand before shutting the tailgate and driving to work. When I smacked the bed, the cats would usually jet out the back of the truck. I would do a quick look in and then shut the tailgate. One wintery, blistery day I woke up late. So I ran out the door, slammed the tailgate without thinking about or doing the obligatory bed-smack/look.
On the way to the job, I stopped to get gas at a station really close to my house and remembered I needed gas for my snowblower. I usually had a gas can in the bed. I stopped at the gas station, which was a typically busy in the morning gas station and started filling the truck.
I went back to the tailgate to open it to get the gas can out. I dropped the tailgate and about six, terrified cats came racing out of the bed. One actually ran up and over me, leaping from my shoulder. They did this big loopity-loop, panic run in the gas station and then headed off into the neighborhood. They all made it out safe and we were only a few blocks from my house.
But for one instant. Everyone in the gas station froze to stare at me. People inside were staring out at me. People at the pumps were staring at me. I've never felt so judged in my life, it was like i was trafficking humans. I could feel their eyes penetrating my soul. It was about 10^o F out and I could feel myself starting to sweat.
When I went in to get coffee, the silence finally broke and a woman asked me what it was all about. I explained it to her, rather loudly so that everyone who witnessed it could hear it. I don't think they believed me....
On bad nights, I would intentionally leave it open. These were cats other neighbors just let roam the neighborhood, often forgetting about them. I felt bad for them, but didn't want to bring them into my house because I didn't want fleas/disease transferred to my animals.
I got into the habit of smacking the bed with my hand before shutting the tailgate and driving to work. When I smacked the bed, the cats would usually jet out the back of the truck. I would do a quick look in and then shut the tailgate. One wintery, blistery day I woke up late. So I ran out the door, slammed the tailgate without thinking about or doing the obligatory bed-smack/look.
On the way to the job, I stopped to get gas at a station really close to my house and remembered I needed gas for my snowblower. I usually had a gas can in the bed. I stopped at the gas station, which was a typically busy in the morning gas station and started filling the truck.
I went back to the tailgate to open it to get the gas can out. I dropped the tailgate and about six, terrified cats came racing out of the bed. One actually ran up and over me, leaping from my shoulder. They did this big loopity-loop, panic run in the gas station and then headed off into the neighborhood. They all made it out safe and we were only a few blocks from my house.
But for one instant. Everyone in the gas station froze to stare at me. People inside were staring out at me. People at the pumps were staring at me. I've never felt so judged in my life, it was like i was trafficking humans. I could feel their eyes penetrating my soul. It was about 10^o F out and I could feel myself starting to sweat.
When I went in to get coffee, the silence finally broke and a woman asked me what it was all about. I explained it to her, rather loudly so that everyone who witnessed it could hear it. I don't think they believed me....
43points
#6
This was pretty harmless but it still shocked me a bit...
I recently realized my childhood dream and bought a telescope. It's a rather large 6" Newtonian reflector. I'm a huge astronomy fan and my parents were too poor to afford one when I was young.
I live in a city, and my apartment has a balcony that faces several other buildings and apartments.
I have never owned a telescope before, so naturally, when it finally arrived I wanted to assemble it as fast as possible. I did this in the middle of a Saturday afternoon in my living room. I struggled a bit but after an hour or so, I was finished.
Obviously the first thing you do when you get a telescope is look through it so I took a quick glance through it, at a hill, into the distance. It worked and I was a happy camper. I then tried to work through the "collimation" procedure that I read about and it seemed to work. You basically tune your mirrors so that they produce a good image.
A bit later I realized that an old lady from a building across the courtyard probably stared at me through her window through the entire procedure.
I didn't think much about it, and left the telescope assembled in my living room.
After the evening I tried to have a look a the stars from my balcony. Light pollution was bad but, hey, I wanted to familiarize myself with the scope before I wanted to take it to the outskirts of the city. I did see the stars and it was magnificent! I think I even caught a fast moving satellite, it was pretty cool.
And there she was that again, that old lady stared at me from her dimly lit window. She probably thought that I was the creep and peeping into other people's living rooms with this giant telescope.
I figured that I'd try to talk with her the next day and explain that I'm just getting into amateur astronomy and she doesn't need to worry.
Little did I know that half an hour the cops would knock at my door! I explained it to them but after they left I still think that they only half-believed me. In fact they gave me that look of disapproval, as if only a deranged person would buy a telescope in the first place.
I find this rather aggravating because, hey, we're living on a piece of rock flying around a giant fireball at 30km/s and is a glorious night sky filled with thousands of stars out there. I mean yeah, who would want to marvel at the night sky when you can watch a rerun of Jersey Shore or whatever.
Anyways, the next day I invited the old lady to my apartment. We drank tea and I showed her the telescope and tried to explain what I knew about it. It was pretty heart warming. She thanked me and I told her that if she ever wanted to, she could accompany me and my girl friend to a night of sky gazing.
I recently realized my childhood dream and bought a telescope. It's a rather large 6" Newtonian reflector. I'm a huge astronomy fan and my parents were too poor to afford one when I was young.
I live in a city, and my apartment has a balcony that faces several other buildings and apartments.
I have never owned a telescope before, so naturally, when it finally arrived I wanted to assemble it as fast as possible. I did this in the middle of a Saturday afternoon in my living room. I struggled a bit but after an hour or so, I was finished.
Obviously the first thing you do when you get a telescope is look through it so I took a quick glance through it, at a hill, into the distance. It worked and I was a happy camper. I then tried to work through the "collimation" procedure that I read about and it seemed to work. You basically tune your mirrors so that they produce a good image.
A bit later I realized that an old lady from a building across the courtyard probably stared at me through her window through the entire procedure.
I didn't think much about it, and left the telescope assembled in my living room.
After the evening I tried to have a look a the stars from my balcony. Light pollution was bad but, hey, I wanted to familiarize myself with the scope before I wanted to take it to the outskirts of the city. I did see the stars and it was magnificent! I think I even caught a fast moving satellite, it was pretty cool.
And there she was that again, that old lady stared at me from her dimly lit window. She probably thought that I was the creep and peeping into other people's living rooms with this giant telescope.
I figured that I'd try to talk with her the next day and explain that I'm just getting into amateur astronomy and she doesn't need to worry.
Little did I know that half an hour the cops would knock at my door! I explained it to them but after they left I still think that they only half-believed me. In fact they gave me that look of disapproval, as if only a deranged person would buy a telescope in the first place.
I find this rather aggravating because, hey, we're living on a piece of rock flying around a giant fireball at 30km/s and is a glorious night sky filled with thousands of stars out there. I mean yeah, who would want to marvel at the night sky when you can watch a rerun of Jersey Shore or whatever.
Anyways, the next day I invited the old lady to my apartment. We drank tea and I showed her the telescope and tried to explain what I knew about it. It was pretty heart warming. She thanked me and I told her that if she ever wanted to, she could accompany me and my girl friend to a night of sky gazing.
40points
#7
Worked at a bike shop and one day a man in a wheelchair comes in to get a flat fixed on his chair. I put a new tube in and rang him up. He was quite pleased with how low the price was. I told him, "Yeah, any other shop in town would have probably charged you an arm and a leg." The guy was missing an arm and a leg. Could have heard a pin drop.
35points
#8
My dad was once pulled over by the police in a small car (I think a Lada Samara, but I'm not sure); asked to step out of the vehicle, and he wasn't a small guy.
He got out followed by 9 dwarfs.
He was the production manager for a local show and the dwarfs came as a group. They were leaving a show at the other end of town when their car broke down.
My Dad instead of calling a few taxi's thought it would be faster and cheaper to go pick them up himself.
He got out followed by 9 dwarfs.
He was the production manager for a local show and the dwarfs came as a group. They were leaving a show at the other end of town when their car broke down.
My Dad instead of calling a few taxi's thought it would be faster and cheaper to go pick them up himself.
33points
#9
I was in my early twenties. And we were spending a couple of weeks at a friend's beach house in an upscale east coast resort town. One late night, we decide it would be a great idea to crash the local community swimming pool for a skinny dip. So seven guys and gals pile into one sedan to head off for the challenge. i am the only non-drinker, so I am the naturally designated driver.
We arrive at the pool, shimmy through an opening in the fence, chuck off all of our clothes and jump in. hilarity ensues...until. Wait! someone has notified the cops of our presence. As we see the cop car search light scanning for us, we freak. Time to make a fast escape and pile back into the ride undetected. But not enough time to get dressed. So we are now a car full of seven people (six of them drunk) covered in nothing but towels. And we drive away, confident in our success.
However, in all the excitement, I manage to make an illegal left turn as part of our getaway. And, you guessed it, cop car lights up and pulls me over.
The officer gets out and approaches the car full of mostly [bare] twenty-somethings. He takes a look and says to me, with a straight face and without missing a beat, "I don't reckon you'd have a drivers license under there - would you?"
Where even to begin...
We arrive at the pool, shimmy through an opening in the fence, chuck off all of our clothes and jump in. hilarity ensues...until. Wait! someone has notified the cops of our presence. As we see the cop car search light scanning for us, we freak. Time to make a fast escape and pile back into the ride undetected. But not enough time to get dressed. So we are now a car full of seven people (six of them drunk) covered in nothing but towels. And we drive away, confident in our success.
However, in all the excitement, I manage to make an illegal left turn as part of our getaway. And, you guessed it, cop car lights up and pulls me over.
The officer gets out and approaches the car full of mostly [bare] twenty-somethings. He takes a look and says to me, with a straight face and without missing a beat, "I don't reckon you'd have a drivers license under there - would you?"
Where even to begin...
32points
#10
I heard a story once where this guy [slept] with a girl and then woke up and she had disappeared, but all of her clothes were still at his house. He was really confused and was texting her throughout the day asking what had happened and if she could come around and get her clothes. Eventually, she comes and picks them up, but seems really embarrassed and doesn't explain what happened the night before.
As she gets in her car, his neighbor runs out and as shes driving away, asks the guy if he knows her. The guy says yes and the neighbor says to get her back because the night before, he had seen her outside of the guys house trying to open a window to get back inside. The neighbor went out and asked her what was wrong, and she said that she had slept-walked outside [bare] and couldn't get back in. He offered to take her back into his house so she could get some clothes, to which she accepted. As she's putting these clothes on, the neighbors wife gets home, sees the [bare] girl putting clothes on and immediately starts shouting angrily at him as she runs out and down the street. He wanted to get the girl back to testify his innocence to his wife, which she eventually did, and all was well.
TL;DR: Guy [slept] with girl, she sleepwalks outside, neighbor tries to give her clothes, neighbors wife sees them and gets angry, he tries to explain.
As she gets in her car, his neighbor runs out and as shes driving away, asks the guy if he knows her. The guy says yes and the neighbor says to get her back because the night before, he had seen her outside of the guys house trying to open a window to get back inside. The neighbor went out and asked her what was wrong, and she said that she had slept-walked outside [bare] and couldn't get back in. He offered to take her back into his house so she could get some clothes, to which she accepted. As she's putting these clothes on, the neighbors wife gets home, sees the [bare] girl putting clothes on and immediately starts shouting angrily at him as she runs out and down the street. He wanted to get the girl back to testify his innocence to his wife, which she eventually did, and all was well.
TL;DR: Guy [slept] with girl, she sleepwalks outside, neighbor tries to give her clothes, neighbors wife sees them and gets angry, he tries to explain.
30points
#11
Was reading an interview Stephen Colbert did with Playboy on their website. Someone walked past, did a double take, and asked if I was really looking at the Playboy website. Had to explain that, despite all the jokes that have ever been made throughout the history of Playboy, I actually was reading it for the articles. A phrase I never ever anticipated uttering in real life.
26points
#12
About 8 years ago me and some friends were working in Northern Italy around this time of year and we decided to hire a car and drive into Germany for Octoberfest.
After finding a carpark in Munich we (3 guys, 2 girls) head off to enjoy the beer. A few hours pass and my girlfriend is pretty drunk and looks like she's gonna start puking soon so we all decide to take her back to the car and let her have a bit of sleep on the back seat. Trying to get her into the car was a different story though because she wanted to "sleepy ina da back, no really back the car". Naturally we throw her in the boot and she went to sleep.
The rest of us locked the car and off we went to find a bar. Many, many beers and sing songs later we were heading back to the car when two policemen stopped us in the street and asked us for our IDs.
We explained that all our stuff was in our hire car around the corner. The nice policemen offered to walk with us to the car so we could show them that we were legit European citizens and we weren't trying to smuggle people into the country or anything absurd like that.
Get to the car, open the boot, Italian girlfriend is still asleep on our bags. The police look at each other and I quickly explain why there is what appears to be a kidnap victim in our car.
After waking her up she starts shouting at the police because she was "nice sleepy der". The policemen check all our passports and one of them wishes me luck dealing with my crazy drunk girlfriend and gives me a wink.
After finding a carpark in Munich we (3 guys, 2 girls) head off to enjoy the beer. A few hours pass and my girlfriend is pretty drunk and looks like she's gonna start puking soon so we all decide to take her back to the car and let her have a bit of sleep on the back seat. Trying to get her into the car was a different story though because she wanted to "sleepy ina da back, no really back the car". Naturally we throw her in the boot and she went to sleep.
The rest of us locked the car and off we went to find a bar. Many, many beers and sing songs later we were heading back to the car when two policemen stopped us in the street and asked us for our IDs.
We explained that all our stuff was in our hire car around the corner. The nice policemen offered to walk with us to the car so we could show them that we were legit European citizens and we weren't trying to smuggle people into the country or anything absurd like that.
Get to the car, open the boot, Italian girlfriend is still asleep on our bags. The police look at each other and I quickly explain why there is what appears to be a kidnap victim in our car.
After waking her up she starts shouting at the police because she was "nice sleepy der". The policemen check all our passports and one of them wishes me luck dealing with my crazy drunk girlfriend and gives me a wink.
26points
#13
When I was an intern (I'm a doctor) I examined an admittedly ridiculously hot girl who was having palpitations. I took out my stethoscope and listened to her heart under her hospital gown. I clumsily and very accidentally (while holding the stethoscope) brushed her [chest] with my hand and her heart starts beating faster and the alarm of the heart monitor starts going off. In comes the nurse to see what's happening and there I am with my hand under her top and both of us are blushing like mad and me looking very, very guilty.
22points
#14
I do a lot of crafts. 11 years ago when I moved to the UK, I was unable to ship a lot of my stuff over so I left it in storage with my mother. Less than a year later, her partner was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and they decided to move back closer to family so that they could have some extra support, and so she could spend her time left with her family. Anyway, my mother phoned and told me if I wanted my stuff, I needed to come and get it asap.
When I went over, I took a large empty bag with me. I went through all of my stuff and sorted out things for a yard sale, and things I wanted to keep. One of the things that (for some reason) went into my 'keep' pile was a 5lb jar of plaster of paris.
Now, as I said, this was a jar, which meant it was hard and unyeilding. I decided it would be much easier to pack if I poured the powder into some ziplock bags. That way, the bags could fit into any nooks and crannies I had left in the bag. I cut the label off the jar and stuck it into one of the bags so that I would have the mixing directions, and didn't think any more of it - until I got to the airport.
When I got to the airport and my bag was weighed, it was overweight. The guy at the check-in asked me to go through the bag and see if I could reduce some of the weight by putting anything in my carry-on. I went through the bag, and managed to reduce it by 20lbs by removing the 5lbs of plaster and a 15lb die cutting machine, which I somehow managed to fit into my carry-on.
Next stop, security. This is where my decision to put the plaster in my carry-on suddenly turned into "I can explain!!!"
After walking through the metal detector, I noticed a member of security standing with their arms around my bag. I approached and he said "is this your bag?" I nodded yes and he asked me to follow him. This was only months after 9-11 and I'd only just encountered men with machine guns in the airport so I was feeling a bit apprehensive, as I couldn't think what I could have done wrong.
We went to another area where there were all sorts of testing machines. He asked me to take off my shoes and belt (keep in mind this was more than 10 years ago so it was not standard practice at that point). Then, he starts unpacking my carry-on. He reaches in and pulls out - a bag of white powder. Then another one. And another one... until he had 5 bags of white powder in front of him. When he'd pulled out the first one I immediately realised what it looked like and I couldn't help myself, I started laughing. Thank goodness the guy had a sense of humour because when I told him what it was, he kind of chuckled too, but stated that he still had to test it. I had nothing to hide so I was happy to let him do so.
I made my flight with no problem. I bet that guy still tells the story of the woman with the 5 bags of white powder. I know I do!
TL;DR: Carried 5 bags of white powder in my carry-on onto an international flight.
When I went over, I took a large empty bag with me. I went through all of my stuff and sorted out things for a yard sale, and things I wanted to keep. One of the things that (for some reason) went into my 'keep' pile was a 5lb jar of plaster of paris.
Now, as I said, this was a jar, which meant it was hard and unyeilding. I decided it would be much easier to pack if I poured the powder into some ziplock bags. That way, the bags could fit into any nooks and crannies I had left in the bag. I cut the label off the jar and stuck it into one of the bags so that I would have the mixing directions, and didn't think any more of it - until I got to the airport.
When I got to the airport and my bag was weighed, it was overweight. The guy at the check-in asked me to go through the bag and see if I could reduce some of the weight by putting anything in my carry-on. I went through the bag, and managed to reduce it by 20lbs by removing the 5lbs of plaster and a 15lb die cutting machine, which I somehow managed to fit into my carry-on.
Next stop, security. This is where my decision to put the plaster in my carry-on suddenly turned into "I can explain!!!"
After walking through the metal detector, I noticed a member of security standing with their arms around my bag. I approached and he said "is this your bag?" I nodded yes and he asked me to follow him. This was only months after 9-11 and I'd only just encountered men with machine guns in the airport so I was feeling a bit apprehensive, as I couldn't think what I could have done wrong.
We went to another area where there were all sorts of testing machines. He asked me to take off my shoes and belt (keep in mind this was more than 10 years ago so it was not standard practice at that point). Then, he starts unpacking my carry-on. He reaches in and pulls out - a bag of white powder. Then another one. And another one... until he had 5 bags of white powder in front of him. When he'd pulled out the first one I immediately realised what it looked like and I couldn't help myself, I started laughing. Thank goodness the guy had a sense of humour because when I told him what it was, he kind of chuckled too, but stated that he still had to test it. I had nothing to hide so I was happy to let him do so.
I made my flight with no problem. I bet that guy still tells the story of the woman with the 5 bags of white powder. I know I do!
TL;DR: Carried 5 bags of white powder in my carry-on onto an international flight.
21points
#15
One of my friends was a roommate with his brother. He just finished taking a shower.
He was in his towel and his other brother was in his about to take a shower of his own.
My friend decided to eat some chips and started choking.
His brother did the Heimlich and just before my friends girlfriend walked in,
the two towels dropped.
He was in his towel and his other brother was in his about to take a shower of his own.
My friend decided to eat some chips and started choking.
His brother did the Heimlich and just before my friends girlfriend walked in,
the two towels dropped.
20points
#16
My friend, who is a film student, tends to make about 1-3 short films every summer when he's home from college. I usually help him out. He doesn't have a printer at his house, so it's always been my job to print out one or two scripts to do a read through with him and the actors.
One of his shorts was about a closeted lesbian who was in love with her best friend. The last page of the script involved a passionate kiss and then some screaming. And, of course, when I was stapling them, one of those pages fell to the ground.
My mother, who has always suspected me of being a lesbian, found it and assumed I had written it. She absolutely wouldn't believe me when I said it belonged to my friend.
One of his shorts was about a closeted lesbian who was in love with her best friend. The last page of the script involved a passionate kiss and then some screaming. And, of course, when I was stapling them, one of those pages fell to the ground.
My mother, who has always suspected me of being a lesbian, found it and assumed I had written it. She absolutely wouldn't believe me when I said it belonged to my friend.
18points
#17
I was at a friend's house helping him put up drywall in his master bedroom. Off the bedroom was a walk-in closet that he built for his wife. At one point, we ran out of drywall screws and my buddy went to the store to get more. I opted to stay behind and measure and cut the drywall sheets we had left to hang.
At one point, as I was lifting a sheet of wall board and getting ready to score it, I stumbled backwards a bit. I caught myself on a tall wicker hamper/basket that was just inside the door of the closet . As I righted myself I noticed that something was hanging from the cuff-button on my work shirt (the hand I used to catch myself).
I raised my left arm to my face to see what had snagged on to my button and noticed it was a paid of my friend's wife's panties. At that very moment I looked up and saw the next door neighbors wife, in her bedroom window (which was only a few feet form my buddies bedroom window), looking at me with a pair of my friend's wife's panties to my face.
To this day, anytime I go to my buddy's house and she is outside she gathers her kids form the yard and goes inside until I leave.
At one point, as I was lifting a sheet of wall board and getting ready to score it, I stumbled backwards a bit. I caught myself on a tall wicker hamper/basket that was just inside the door of the closet . As I righted myself I noticed that something was hanging from the cuff-button on my work shirt (the hand I used to catch myself).
I raised my left arm to my face to see what had snagged on to my button and noticed it was a paid of my friend's wife's panties. At that very moment I looked up and saw the next door neighbors wife, in her bedroom window (which was only a few feet form my buddies bedroom window), looking at me with a pair of my friend's wife's panties to my face.
To this day, anytime I go to my buddy's house and she is outside she gathers her kids form the yard and goes inside until I leave.
16points
#18
I had just put air ride on my truck and was taking it on it's maiden voyage. I forgot to tuck a brake line and had been unknowingly dragging through it. All of the sudden it decides to let loose right as I'm stopping at a stop sign. I'm half way through the intersection with no brakes when I see a cop sitting waiting to bust people for blowing through. He pulls me over and I try to explain. He clearly doesn't believe me so he asks me to press my brake pedal. Boom. Brake fluid squirted right on to his shoe. No ticket.
14points
#19
I'm not sure how I avoided an arrest with this story.
This occurred a bout 15 years ago. I was at a Denny's in a small, rural, North Carolina town. I was around 17 or 18 years old, I guess, and had been hanging out with a bunch of friends that night. I had a new (to me) car and my friends were checking it out in the parking lot. It was around 11pm or so.
One of my friends, a female, remarks that the trunk of the car is so big that she could probably fit inside it and would find it comfortable. She asks me to help her into the trunk, so I pick her up and start to put her in there. In the process of doing so, she dropped her keys on the parking lot.
A moment later, a police officer pulls up and angrily asks me WTH I'm doing. I explain to him that she wanted to see if she would fit int he trunk. He had heard her screaming -- but it was actually just loud laughter. He asked the keys that were on the ground. I explained that she dropped them. He wanted to know "How she dropped them way over there." I had to explain that she had been standing there previously before I picked her up.
Things are eventually cleared up after she spoke up and explained that we were just goofing around. He told me he didn't want to see me back there that night and to "not be droppin' no more keys."
A day passes and I find myself at Denny's late at night with a different set of friends. I'm recounting the story of the previous night when another female friend says "Oh! I want to try the trunk thing!" Being the stupid kid that I am, I pick her up and walk over to my trunk just as the SAME FREAKING COP pulls up again.
I put her back on her feet, we got in my car, and left before he said anything.
He didn't bother to follow me or arrest me or anything. I'm really not sure how I got away with that.
This occurred a bout 15 years ago. I was at a Denny's in a small, rural, North Carolina town. I was around 17 or 18 years old, I guess, and had been hanging out with a bunch of friends that night. I had a new (to me) car and my friends were checking it out in the parking lot. It was around 11pm or so.
One of my friends, a female, remarks that the trunk of the car is so big that she could probably fit inside it and would find it comfortable. She asks me to help her into the trunk, so I pick her up and start to put her in there. In the process of doing so, she dropped her keys on the parking lot.
A moment later, a police officer pulls up and angrily asks me WTH I'm doing. I explain to him that she wanted to see if she would fit int he trunk. He had heard her screaming -- but it was actually just loud laughter. He asked the keys that were on the ground. I explained that she dropped them. He wanted to know "How she dropped them way over there." I had to explain that she had been standing there previously before I picked her up.
Things are eventually cleared up after she spoke up and explained that we were just goofing around. He told me he didn't want to see me back there that night and to "not be droppin' no more keys."
A day passes and I find myself at Denny's late at night with a different set of friends. I'm recounting the story of the previous night when another female friend says "Oh! I want to try the trunk thing!" Being the stupid kid that I am, I pick her up and walk over to my trunk just as the SAME FREAKING COP pulls up again.
I put her back on her feet, we got in my car, and left before he said anything.
He didn't bother to follow me or arrest me or anything. I'm really not sure how I got away with that.
14points
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I was at the grocery store.
A child with his grandmother was blocking the aisle; he had dropped his nickel and was upset. He couldn't find it; no doubt it had rolled under the shelves.
I took a nickel out of my pocket surreptiously, pretended to tie my shoe,
put the nickel on the ground and covered it with my foot; so that when the child walked by and I walked past he would see it.
But the kid kept looking around in circles while the grandmother grew impatient and I stood there with my foot over the nickel.
The aisle behind me grew crowded.
Someone said, *'That guy's hiding it under his foot'.*.
A child with his grandmother was blocking the aisle; he had dropped his nickel and was upset. He couldn't find it; no doubt it had rolled under the shelves.
I took a nickel out of my pocket surreptiously, pretended to tie my shoe,
put the nickel on the ground and covered it with my foot; so that when the child walked by and I walked past he would see it.
But the kid kept looking around in circles while the grandmother grew impatient and I stood there with my foot over the nickel.
The aisle behind me grew crowded.
Someone said, *'That guy's hiding it under his foot'.*.
14points