Afraid of Going to the Slammer
When I was about 8 years old I was playing hide and seek with two other kids on our street. One of my friend’s dads was an officer with one of those dated patrol cars in his driveway. My friend decided to hide in the trunk of his dad’s car, which he was able to jimmy open using his finger on a broken trunk lock.
I was “seeking” at the time. My friend led me to the trunk that was cracked open a few inches. As soon as I walked up, my buddy popped up to scare me…For some reason I decided to slam the trunk back shut as a joke? I guess? As soon as I did this we realized we could not get him out.
He was shrieking in pure fear. Me and the other kid did not dare go up to his dad’s front door to tell him. We were scared of getting thrown in the slammer or something super reasonable like that happening to us. After a few minutes of panicking, trying to get him out, I hear my name being called from my house.
My grandma was visiting and it was time for dinner… I’m not proud of what I did next. I sat at the dinner table, eating as fast as I could, pretending everything was fine, while my friend was locked in the trunk outside. I piled it down, made an excuse, and went back outside.
My friend had found a latch in the trunk and gotten himself out by the time I got there. We didn’t have to tell his dad and my parents never found out. I was just talking to my partner the other night laughing about this story and decided to share with you guys. Source: Reddit/zeldasaurusrex