This isn't the worst situation I've ever been in, but I felt pretty bad.
I was chilling with a friend after church, and we were over at another friend's house. He was there to get his hair cut, as the dude wanted to be a barber, and needed the practice. We were there for a while. I mostly sat and told various jokes and stories, and we were having a conversation. Soon, after lurking in their backyard screwing with their old, soggy, and rusted junk, I saw a wheelchair was up underneath their overhang. Me, being a natural memelord, and moron, set it up, and took it for a spin. I made the required joke about depression, and began to roll off in my new ride.
im sorry to those of you who may actually need a wheelchair I went down the street, and by this time, it was pretty dark. I saw a woman walking, and she asked me a question about what street was where. I told her I didn't know. The conversation continued, with me still sitting in the wheelchair.
"What are you doing out here?" She inquired in a curious manner.
"Just ou for a midnight roll, what's going on with you?" I asked.
"Someone just stole my car, and all my stuff was in it. My purse, my phone, everything."
I answered, still upholding the illusion that I actually needed a wheelchair, "At least they didn't steal your legs." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
She laughed, "I dunno, you still seem to get around."
"I guess." I shrugged.
She walked off, and I attempted to roll up the driveway of my friend's house. I couldn't. I made sure the lady was out of sight, and picked up the chair, and then rolled up the drive way to my friends. I told them what happened, and asked them which street was where, as the woman asked me. The one cutting my friend's hair explained, and told me to go tell the lady. I told him to do it, as I said she bought my act of needing a wheelchair. I eventually swallowed my pride, and walked down to where she went. She was nowhere in sight.
So in conclusion, I had crippling depression, and duped some lady who got her car stolen.