Getting stuck....

The picture reminded me instantly of one of mine. I used to live near an area of land called which had been mined for clay to make bricks and was now deserted. It was a big area (a couple of hundred acres) of man-made hills, valleys, and areas where ponds (and even something approaching a lake) had formed because the clay soil wasn't porous. It was full of wildlife and places to do mad cycle stunts, so me and my friends were always there.

One time we found the polystyrene mould used to make plastic baths. It was a huge rectangle of polystyrene with a bath shape cut out of it so the melted plastic could be poured in and would be moulded to the shape of the bottom of a bath. I presume they had another bit which modelled the inside of the bath. Either way, little dappled knew that polystyrene was waterproof and - to him - he had found a boat.

Little dappled, however, didn't have the common sense he was born with and he (and a friend) launched our new craft on the lake and enjoyed ourselves for precisely 60 seconds before we both came to the realisation we had nothing in the way of propulsion or steering. In short, we had no oars, no rudder, no motor, no nothing.

I don't know how many of you have used your own shoe to paddle a bath mould on a lake. As an afternoon's entertainment, I'm afraid I cannot recommend it. Eventually it worked, though. However, we couldn't get the boat close to the shore because of the mud banks. Reluctantly we had to disembark and brave the mud. My friend was completely brown up to and above his knees and then it was my turn.

Unfortunately, I'd been ballast when he left the boat. I had no ballast, the boat flipped over on my attempt to leap clear, and my entire body went into the mud bank. Not one square inch of my clothes, my body, my face or my hair were visible under a thick, thick coating of rancid smelling clay mud. I looked like a swamp monster. When I got home, I planned to sneak up to the bathroom and have about ten baths. I met my mother on the stairs. I have never heard anyone scream with that much terror and I never want to again.

Getting stuck in the Wal-Mart garden center.

My Aunt has a green thumb... by that I mean she spends a lot of money on gardening shit. It was after dark and we went into the Wal Mart garden center, not having any idea when it closed but assuming there'd be a warning announcement. Most stores give us that courtesy.

It was she and I and a handful of other customers, one being wheelchair bound. We turn to leave and the auto glass doors behind us has CLOSED. I went up to them and saw an Associate standing post in the hall in front of us. I knocked on the glass door and hell... she was mentally retarded. Great luck. She just stared at us. Just stared at us.

So I started prying them open, which wasn't easy. Another Wal Mart associate came into the hallway and saw us. And just stared at us. Great luck. She is also mentally retarded. So I am prying the doors open with two mentally retarded women staring at me and once I get them wide enough for people to get through, I put some sand-bags there as place holders.

My Aunt, angry as hell, approached the two associates and asks the first one "WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP US?" "Uhhh I called for heeelp" "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US!?" "Uhhhh... Iunno". I'm assuming the second associate WAS the help.

So we go to check out and demand to see the manager. We tell the cashier of our experience and great luck. She was mentally retarded AND spoke English as a second language. She asks us "How you get in there, it closed?" "It wasn't closed when we went in there!" "But it's closed!" "No, it closed while we were IN THERE" "But you shouldn't have been in there, it was closed!" "Let's just see your manager".

The manager was, GREAT LUCK, MENTALLY-FUCKING-RETARDED.
"How did you get in there, it was closed!" We reiterated that it was open when we went in and when we went to leave, the doors had been closed on us and several people. "But it was closed, you shouldn't have been in there!".

=.= We gave up and we left him after 5 minutes of going around with this. And yes, dear reader, when I say mentally retarded, I mean literally, intellectually disabled. Every employee there that day was, legitimately, special needs.

How... how does this...?

I got stuck in my bedroom once, actually. It's a fair tale full of twists & turns...

One fine summers day, mischievous me decided it would be a spiffy idea to run at my sister, give her a swift slap to the face & then quickly bail & sprint back to my room before she could catch me. All went well, & my sister was hot on my tail, but still I managed to elude her & promptly slammed my door shut behind me. As planned, I then went into a fit of hysterics with tears of laughter pouring down my face. Upon finishing, I decided I had to fuel my laughter again, & what better way than to look at her raging face? So I attempted to leave my room, but the door wouldn't budge. I assumed my sister was holding the door shut on the other side, but after several taunts with no reply I realised she wasn't. I quickly began the planned "Shouting For Help" phase. Soon my parents realised I wasn't joking & the door handle had actually broke. My dad spent about 30mins trying to kick down my door while I played a video game.

And we all lived happily ever after. :D

Oh that poor cat! I must save it! No must save poor cat! *jumps into the water to realize I can not swim.

A couple weeks ago, my friends and i went out to the woods to smoke a litte ganja & when we were ready to leave, the tires just spun in the mud. We had to dig the tires out & push. I put pretty much everything flat that i could find under the tires a sun shade, plants, a towel & we hightailed it the fuck out of there. we were covered head to toe in mud & got some odd looks at all the smeared hand prints all over the back and front of the car, it looked like we had just murdered someone.

Lol! I get stuck in places all the time. When I was out camping with friends, when we were out walking I slipped and got my leg trapped in this ditch thing. That one stands out because I was stuck for so long. It was easy enough to get out, but we were laughing so much that I didn't have the strength to pull myself out, and neither did they. Haha, it wasn't even funny, but I couldn't stop laughing. That always happens with me when I , or anyone else, falls over. It's so funny to me.

OOH! How could I forget this one? I once got trapped under quite a few people. Like a very, very mini stampede haha. It was *so* funny! Me and my friend still laugh at it even though we were 12 when it happened. I was basically half trapped under some people, along with others, and I was NOT amused at the time. Jeez, I was not impressed, which makes it all the more funny to me! Hahaha, the memory makes me laugh a lot.

I've been trapped in a tree once, which was also funny. Oh, and trapped in a cupboard by a P.E teacher who locked me up accidentally.:S Oh, and I've been trapped in purgatory since 1892.>:( Heeeelp me, OP!

I'm getting deleted for that one, aren't I?:P You can't get more lame than that!

This isn't exactly stuck in an area, but stuck in a problem maybe? xD
I eventually got out. But once when I was like 15, I was totally on the WRONG kind of website. And when I say WRONG, I mean WRONG. And then my mom's computer froze! So I started panicking so much because the mouse wouldn't move at all and the whole screen turned white and at the bottom of the screen, it said "Clear Recent History-Past 2 Hours" but the whole Firefox thing was completely frozen!
So I was just clicking rapidly because when my mom got home from the grocery store, she would freak out when she saw that I was on an inappropriate site.
Then it moved, right when I heard the garage door open, and I closed the Firefox program (it took forever to load) because it was closed in the first place. Then my mom opened the house-door right after I ran upstairs to pretend like I was doing homework :P
So that's how I learned never to go on bad pages (ON MY MOM'S COMPUTER) ever again!!!
And I actually am on my mom's computer right now. Lol it would be funny if the computer froze right now and my mom saw this story!! XDDD

AHH SOMEONE HELP THE COMPUTER IS FREEZING!!

jk :)

A couple of years ago I had a twin bed that was placed like a tetris block to fit my rooms 90 degree corner.My bed was a couple of inches from the wall, so the right side had enough space for a human sized object to fit in comfortably.

I'm a restless sleeper. I sometimes sleep on one side of the bed, and wake up on another. Sometimes I wake up halfway dangling off the bed. Other times I'm completely off the bed and dozing on the floor.

On one particular day, following schedule, my biological clock woke me up around 2-3pm. After opening my eyes, I immediately sensed something was wrong. I tried to stretch my body but all I could do was twitch. On top of that, an endless sea of textured white greeted my face, and I felt this pressure on my head and entire body. Have you ever seen those movies where a patient wakes up at a hospital in a dazed state with Iv's surrounding them, and no clue as to where they are and why. That was me. My face was compressed against the wall, and I couldn't move my body at all.(I didn't know that yet) 2 minutes in, I remember positing that I was either dreaming, or in an alternate dimension. Eventually I got tired and went back to sleep. Sometime time later I wake up. Everything is the same. This time, 5 minutes into trying to figure out what the fuck is going on, I start to panic.

All I could manage was to make muffled noises while hopelessly oscillating my body. I'm pretty sure I made a sea lion proud that day :) My mother eventually heard the commotion, and came upstairs to investigate. She saw me, and laughed her ass off for a good 15 minutes before helping me out. Apparently while sleeping, I fell sideways into the gap, so that I was stuck between my bed and the wall. :3

I was riding around with a couple of friends in my car way back when, and we pulled into a back road in the middle of nowhere (in the middle of winter) to idle the car, enjoy some heat and music, and smoke some doobage.

As I pushed the cigarette lighter in, all the lights on the dash went dim and the car filled with smoke (not the good kind).

Holy shit, my car's on fire!!!

My first instinct was to cut the flow of electricity, so I did what any rational fool would. I pulled some pliers from the back seat footwell, killed the motor, popped the hood and cut the battery cable.

The good news was that the fire under the dash went out. The bad news was winter in the great white north was looming and our doobie was dangerously unlit (I guess nobody had a lighter or matches since I was using the car lighter...this was long ago, I can't remember).

I found a tiny screw in the cigarette lighter socket. It shorted out when I shoved in the lighter. (I later traced the problem to a hack-job unfused backfeed on that circuit and fixed it)

So now what? Well, since we were nowhere, the cold was creeping in and the root cause was cleared, I held the two sparky battery cable ends while my homie cranked the motor and we got it running.

We finally were able to get our doobie going, that was the priority.

After that the ride home was much smoother.

It was sketchy there for a bit. This was in the day when cell phones were in expensive brick-shaped bags that I could never afford and had nobody to call since nobody else could afford a bag-phone anyway. We were dangerously cold and un-stoned.

I fixed the whole mess for cheap, but never forgot the lesson about proper overcurrent protection.