We can’t blame yourself when you want to help yourself out. Joe Craig was strolling his canine one night when he heard a lady shouting from inside an auto. His first impulse was to spare her. He strolled towards the auto and opened its boot. What he saw, he will never have the capacity to unsee. He tweeted the entire occurrence in a progression of uproarious tweets that are making the entire web snicker. This must be the most humorously humiliating, ungainly and uncomfortable stories of all times. This story on the twitter will make your day.
Joe Craig @joecraiguk
I think it’s probably late enough now. Do you want to hear the thing that happened to me?
I was walking my dog round East Finchley, late, two nights ago. Chasing foxes, that kind of thing. And I heard a noise.
I heard muffled screaming & saw the boot of a car rattling. Oh no, I thought – someone’s trapped in the boot!
It was a small hatchback. A renault clio, I think. But still big enough that someone could conceivably be trapped in the boot.
(The boot of the car is the trunk, for my American compadres.)
Couldn’t see inside the car cos it was dark but as I got closer I was sure that there were screams coming from the boot. Urgent screams.
My rushed up to the car, pulling my dog with me. The whole car was rattling. “I have to set this person free!” I thought. BUT…
I have to do it quickly in case the person who’s trapped them comes back. This is DANGEROUS but I am A HERO. My dog is too. Both heroes.
In a swift, dynamic movement I flung open the boot of the car. The boot light came on. I was staring into the face of a woman!
The woman was naked.
On top of the woman was a man. Also naked.
They’d put the back seats down & were lying the full length of the car, heads in the boot.
The woman was clinging on to the boot, rattling it while she screamed. For very different reasons than the ones I had assumed from outside.
Except now she was no longer screaming, because she was looking up at me, horrified. As was the man. I was holding the boot open.
I’ll tell you what I said. I said: “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I thought you were trapped. Like a hostage. Because of the screaming and…the rattling. But I see now you don’t need my help. Either of you. And that this is the good kind of screaming. Sorry. Do carry on.”