The story of that time I caught myself in my own lie.
When I was a teenager, one of my friends was super into cars, street racing, stunt driving, etc. He was usually pretty good at it, too - except the one time we were drifting on a nearby dirt road and he skidded too far, taking us right into the trees. I later described it as slamming gently into some shrubbery. My last thought was "This is so irresponsible. If I die, my mom is going to be so mad at me."
We got a tow back to his house and he set about working on his car while I set about crafting a plausible but much too thorough explanation for why my mom needed to come pick me up. She could immediately tell that something was up, and she asked repeatedly if something had happened. I firmly denied it until she reluctantly believed me. She came to take me home and asked no further questions. My neck hurt for two days. My friend fixed his car.
About a year later, my mom and I were headed to the store and we passed the road where it had happened. "Hah, that's the place J and I got into that car accident," I casually mentioned, making car small talk.
Created: May 03, 2017Vexisidhe Document Media