Short Stories

The Cookie Jar Accident

On a cold, rainy September night Jack Moler was called into the City Police Department. Jack was in for the breaking of a telephone pole.

"Okay Jack," said the police officer, "run us through the story of how you broke the telephone pole." Jack didn't say anything immediately, but after a couple of minutes he finally decided to speak.

"It all started on a cold and rainy September night, just like tonight." He started. "I was over at my friend Michael's house. His mom usually baked a new batch of cookies every day and pilled them inside a cookie jar that her mom gave her before she passed away."

"How does a cookie jar have anything to do with this?" The officer asked.

"It will fall in line, now please may I continue?" The officer raised both hands like he was sorry, and gestured him to continue.

"Thank you. Now, the cookie jar meant a lot to his mom. So one day he invited me over to hang out that night. We walked into the kitchen and I immediately saw the cookie jar and walked over to it, to grab a cookie. He then slapped my hand saying, 'No. My mom said 'no cookies tonight.' Only the food she left in the oven.' I sighed and said ok following him up to his room." Jack paused and took a glass of water. The officer stared at him annoyed at this. Jack looked up at the officer confused. "What? I got thirsty."

He growled and said, "Just continue."

Jack then continued with his story. "The day went on as we hung out. Michael fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep because all that was on my mind were those cookies. I looked at him and shook him a couple times. He didn't respond to this, so I got up and crept out of his room, opening and closing the door softly. I tip toed down and the hall into the kitchen where the cookies sat alone on the counter. I looked around to see if anyone was awake, but no one was. I walked to the jar and opened it up. That's when I saw that there were no cookies, only the crumbs, and so I was furious."

"You were furious over the cookies?" The officer asked.

"Yes!" Jack exclaimed. "I wanted those cookies, but back to the story. I was furious that there were only crumbs, and so I slammed the jar lid down onto the jar's body and it got smashed into pieces."

"Pieces?" The officer asked.

"That's what I said." Jack said annoyed because the officer jumped in.

"Son don't have an attitude with me." The officer said.

"Then don't jump in when I'm explaining." He sighed and continued the story. "When I saw the jar blow up into pieces I couldn't react. I stood there in shock that this happened. I didn't hear anyone up from the commotion and so I hid it."

"Where?" The officer asked.

"In a plant that was inside of the living room. I felt bad and so I left his house without any of them waking up. I then..." Jack stopped after seeing the officer getting a glass of water.

"What I was thirsty, now continue." The officer said.

Jack knew he was being a hypocrite for being annoyed at the officer, when he did the same thing. He just brushed it off his shoulder and continued. "I then got in my car and started driving off in the rainy night. I was going over the speed limit because I wanted to get away from his house. As I got further away I saw an ambulance heading down the road and swerved out of the way so it could get past, but the tires on the car couldn't handle it, and so then my car ran off the road and hit the telephone pole breaking it."

"And then you ended up here." The officer said cutting him off and nodding as he understood. "Well instead of getting one ticket, now you're getting two. For reckless driving and hitting the pole." Jack sighed annoyed and headed home with two new tickets in his hand.